Again he lay at her feet, and leaned his head on her knee, and listened again to those charming revelations of her love.
Completely borne away from the present, and from existence, he saw, he felt, only her.

The mystery of love was perfected, and, under the veil of night, Geraldine had again winged her way to him, and he to her.
A happy smile played about his lips, which faltered forth rapturous words of greeting.

Overcome by a wonderful hallucination, he saw his beloved approaching him; he stretched out his arms to clasp her; and it did not arouse him when he felt instead of her only the empty air.
"Why do you float away from me again, Geraldine ?" asked he, in a low tone.

"Wherefore do you withdraw from my arms, to whirl with the will-o'-the-wisps in the death-dance?
Come, Geraldine, come; my soul burns for you.

My heart calls you with its last faltering throb.