I.

Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.

II.

Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune---Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?

But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!