Here, in my favourite form of art,
Dimmed beneath this timid shadow of mine,
And bearing the glow of my candlelight,
But no less than, I should say!
With a quick click of my fingers,
All but bathed in nothing except the fruits
Of my romancing- or _sorcery_,
As others like to call it-
Suddenly the curtains have slid open
To reveal the velvety stage and its
Solo performer, to an audience of one;
...
