Room after room
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her
Next time, herself! -- not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew, --
Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather

Yet the day wears
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortunе --
Range the wide housе from the wing to the centre
Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter
Spend my whole day in the quest, -- who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see, -- with such suites to explore
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!