Excerpt from The Promise: A Play in One Act Hark 't is the nightingale. So soon? Yes, 'the sun is set, night draws near, and the hour approaches when I must leave this place for ever. My heart throbs like some wild, prisoned thing, beating its life away against its bars for freedom. Sing on, songbird of the night; there is such sadness in your note that sorrow needs no tongue for words while you but sing. Speak thou to her, to whom I may never say one word of love. Tell her there is sorrow even here, near to her. Say that you have found one poor heart wherein the light is gone for ever and eternal night is come. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.