"'By night on my bed i sought him,
He whom my soul loveth so.
I sought- but i did not find him,
And now i will rise and go-
Out on the streets of the city,
And out on broad highway;
For he whom my soul so loveth,
Hath left me and gone away.'
The Page in the little songbook ended there, and she did not turn the leaf... Had she known or even dimly sensed what it would be like, would she, could she, possibly have consented to let him put the thorn in her heart? It was too late now: it was there. Love was there and pain too... Suddenly she remembered the last verse of the sad song which she had read, the last verse on the page she had not waited to turn over. it came whispering into her mind just as a little bird began to sing in one of the bushes beside her.
'And then- in the dawn i saw him,
He whom my soul loveth so.
I found him, held him, and told him
I could never let him go.'
Much Afraid ceased trembling and said to herself, 'I will go to the trysting-place and see if he is waiting for me there.'"
*NOTE: a trysting-place is a place where lovers meet.
