DINING
Nocturne
The hour grows late,
And hungrily I wait
To hear her say
Three words—three little words,
Yet great
Enough to bring completeness to the day.
At last she comes,
Cassandra tall and dark—
Nocturne
The hour grows late,
And hungrily I wait
To hear her say
Three words—three little words,
Yet great
Enough to bring completeness to the day.
At last she comes,
Cassandra tall and dark—