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
Feelings, all power of speech above; To give oneself up wholly and to feel A
joy that must eternal prove! Eternal! - Yes, its end would be despair. No end!
(Margaret presses his hand, extricates herself, and runs away. He stands a