Cristo, embriagame!
"O buen Jesus, oye me!" ...
Out of the darkness into--such a light! An azure haze! Ah!--thedelicious frost! ... All the streets were filled with the sweet bluemist ... Voiceless the City and white;--crooked and weed grown itsnarrow ways! ... Old streets of tombs, these ... Eh! How odd acustom!--a Night-bell at every door. Yes, of course!--anight-bell!--the Dead are Physicians of Souls: they may be summonedonly by night,--called up from the darkness and silence ... Yetshe?--might he not dare to ring for her even by day? ........ Strangehe had deemed it day!--why, it was black, starless ... And it wasgrowing queerly cold ...... How should he ever find her now? It wasso black ... so cold! ...
--"Cheri!"
All the dwelling quivered with the mighty whisper.
Outside, the great oaks were trembling to their roots;--all the shoreshook and blanched before the calling of the sea.
And Carmen, kneeling at the feet of the dead, cried out, alone in thenight:--
--"O Jesus misericordioso!--tened compasion de el!"