"ROSETTA said nothing but, placing a a nickel in the Wallomatic, selected
a sad little tune The Case is Closed (Tchaikovsky-Fink) and sang to it softly:
Deep in my dark the dream shines
Yes, of you, you dear always;
My cause to cry, cold but my
Story still, still my music.
Mild rose the moon, moving through our
Naked nights: tonight in rains;
Black umbrellas blossom out;
Gone the gold, my golden ball.
Heavy these hands, I believed
That pleased pause, your pause was me
To love alone till life's end:
I though this; this was not true.
You touched, you took. Tears fall. O
Fair my far, when far ago
Like waterwheels wishes spun
Radiant robes: but the robes tore."
