I had sat there a full hour when all at once Rima appeared at my side.
My every action, word, thought, had my feeling for Rima as a motive.
That I could elude Rima's keener eyes I doubted; but that did not trouble me.
Rima, I can never hope to understand your sweet speech, much less to speak it.
I shall be like that, hidden among the trees, saying: 'Am I different—not like ...