The sun is coming; day is coming, and already begins to dawn." He endeavored to detain her still; but she tore herself passionately away, and again enveloped her head in her veil.
"Yes," said he, "day is breaking and it is growing light! Let me then, for a moment at least, see your face.

My soul thirsts for it as the parched earth for the dew.

Come, it is light here at the window.

Let me see your eyes." She tore herself vehemently away.

"No, no, you must be gone! Hark, it is already three o'clock.