I promise to disturb no leaf.

This is the White Bridal.

I close what I have scarcely parted.

I bid him sleep this night.

When--when----" I whispered, prompting her, and she found her voice, continuing: "When at his lodge door they shall come softly and lay shadows to bar it, a moon to seal it, and many stars to nail it fast, then, in the dark within, I shall hear the painted quiver rattle as he puts it off; and the antlers fall clashing to the ground.