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THE CLOUDS

Votava (giving his hand to Petr).—Well, so good by, comrade, and as I say, you have done excellently. (Goes after them.)

(Quiet. Dr. Votava, Maya, and Kocianova are gone. After a while the rumbling of a departing carriage is heard.)

Kocianova (returns after a while).—Petrichek, my golden Petrichek. (She hurries to him.) Well, Petrichek, what are you looking at so sadly?

Petr (quietly).—I—am—looking—at those—clouds.


“THE PRINCESS HAS HER LOVERS”

By Sara Teasdale

The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.

But Love, who is so bitter,
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
Who, silent, stands apart.

And though the others praise and plead,
She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him
I ween that she would die.