David. Dear balm of light, I never thought to win From out the pallid hours for ever throbbing! How did you know the sorrow I was in?
Corinna. A flock of leaves came sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
David. O, now I hold you fast, my love, my own, My festival upleaping from an ember! But, timid child, how could you come alone Across the pathless woods?
Corinna. Do you remember?— Over the summer lake one starry, stilly, Sweet night, when you and I were drifting, dear, I frighted at the shadow of a lily! It is all strange, but now I have no fear.
David. Your eyes are weary, drooping. Sleep, then, sleep.
Corinna. I must go over to the silent house.
David. The dwelling stands forsaken up the steep, With never beast nor human to arouse!
Corinna. Soon will the windows gleam with many lamps. Hark!—heavy wheels are toiling to the north.
David. I will go with you where the darkness ramps.
Corinna. Strong arms are in the storm to bear me forth.