The betrothed reads and re-reads all night:
His love letter.
"What does it mean? Why does he phrase it like that?
Is this an idiom of his land? Do i see the letters aright?"
her eyes grow weary by candlelight,
but not her resolve or anxious hope:
for dawn, and his return; their next conversation.
His love letter.
"What does it mean? Why does he phrase it like that?
Is this an idiom of his land? Do i see the letters aright?"
her eyes grow weary by candlelight,
but not her resolve or anxious hope:
for dawn, and his return; their next conversation.