(She gathers a star - flower and plucks off the leaves one after another.)
(She plucks off the leaves and murmurs to herself.)
Sweet angel, with thy face of heavenly bliss!
He loves me - not - he loves me - not
(Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)
And this flower - language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle! He loveth
thee! Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee? (He seizes both her
Nay! Do not tremble, love! Let this hand - pressure, let this glance reveal