The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's blisswill appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songsbrush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!for your sake such miles have I traversed!'All those others who came close and moved offin the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.
