rima

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 Rima?

First you will seek for me in the house, then in the wood, calling: 'Rima!

I will tell you that if you will first answer me one question, Rima.

But I should not let you go alone, Rima—your lonely days are over now.

The thought that Rima had perished, that she was lost, was unendurable.

As to what had become of Rima the old man could say no word.