THE MOTHER Speak you to him, if he may hear his wife! THE WIFE Ah me, my lord, what is it I can say That will excuse the saying? Words are few When hearts are fullest. On my wedding night— Do you remember?—you did take my hand, (As I take yours now) lay your lips on it, (See, here I lay my lips) and all the love Your heart would fain express and tongue could not I read in eyes and kisses, being well skilled In love's translation. THE SEEKER Who is this that speaks? Your words come through my musing, like the call Of quails across the desert, troubling me With a strange stirring of the peaceful heart. THE WIFE It was my soul and not my words that called. THE SEEKER My hand is wet with tears. THE WIFE They are my prayers.
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