It seemed to him that he had written the
words himself. He did not even remember the author's name, and Alice
stood with bowed head and closed eyes and drank in these words as they
fell from his lips:
In this heart of mine the bird of love
Has built a nest,
Has built a nest.
And so she has in mine!
Response:
And so she has in mine!
And she toils both day and night, no thought
Of food or rest
Of food or rest,
And sings this song divine.
Response:
And sings this song divine.
Duet:
All the day long,
Such a sweet song,
Teaching love true,
I love! Do you?
When Quincy came to the last line, instead of reading it he turned to
the piano and sang it with even more passion in his voice than at first.
"Will you try it over with me?" he said. And without waiting for her
reply he dashed off the prelude.
Their voices rang out together until they reached the line, "And so she
has in mine." As Alice sang these words she opened her eyes and looked
upward.
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