Excerpt from The House of the Dawn
I, too, Perdida, would venture my soul
If your heart true should love me!
If your lips red should touch me!
I, too, Querida, would venture a soul
If your white hand should lead me!
Under my balcony in the Mexican night a singer sweeps the strings of his guitar until they thrill and plead to the maid behind the bars in the house opposite. So much is she of the shadow there that I only see her when a white bodice presses forward against the grating - or a little hand lets fall a yellow rose in the starlight.
His eyes and his thoughts are for her, and hers go to him with the rose. Their own little romance looms so big with import that to neither comes special thought of the song itself, or the "Dona Perdida" of whom the song was made.
Yet it is not so long ago - a mere yesterday.
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