I have no heart left for them;—
You have such grace and cunning;—
You are like the Congo serpent.”
Miss Sinquier paused.
“You need the proper movements....” she explained. “One ought really to shake one’s shanks!”
“Being a Day-of-rest, my dear, we will dispense with it.”
“I love you too much, my beautiful one—
I am not able to help it.
My heart has become just like a grasshopper,—
It does nothing but leap.