White Nights

That I should cast a dark cloud over your serene, untroubled happiness ; that by my bitter reproaches I should cause distress to your heart, should poison it with secret remorse and should force it to throb with anguish at the moment of bliss ; that I should crush a single one of those tender blossoms which you have twined in your dark tresses when you go with him to the altar. . . Oh never, never ! May your sky be clear, may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled, and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another, lonely and grateful heart !