Unseen, both when we -wake, and when we sleep: 

All these with ceaseless praise his works behold 

Both day and night: how often from the steep 

Of echoing Hill or Thicket have we heard 

Celestial voices to the midnight air, 

Sole, or responsive each to other’s note 

Singing their great Creator... 

That night I fell in love with a voice. Only a voice. I wanted to hear nothing more. Igoup and walked away.

A few months later, she waltzed with me, as we danced as a group in Cairo. Though slightly drunk she wore an unconquerable face. Even now the face I believe that most revealed her was the one she had that time when we were both half drunk, not lovers.