("Vous 'Tes Singulier.") [Marion Delorme, Act I., June, 1829, Played 1831.] Marion (Smiling.) You're Strange, And Yet I Love You Thus. Didier. You Love Me? Beware, Nor With Light Lips Utter That Word. You Love Me! - Know You What It Is To Love With Love That Is The Life-Blood In One'S Veins, The Vital Air We Breathe, A Love Long-Smothered, Smouldering In Silence, Kindling, Burning, Blazing, And Purifying In Its Growth The Soul. A Love That From The Heart Eats Every Passion But Its Sole Self; Love Without Hope Or Limit, Deep Love That Will Outlast All Happiness; Speak, Speak; Is Such The Love You Bear Me? Marion. Truly. Didier. Ha! But You Do Not Know How I Love You! The Day That First I Saw You, The Dark World Grew Shining, For Your Eyes Lighted My Gloom. Since Then, All Things Have Changed; To Me You Are Some Brightest, Unknown Creature From The Skies. This Irksome Life, 'Gainst Which My Heart Rebelled, Seems Almost Fair And Pleasant; For, Alas! Till I Knew You Wandering, Alone, Oppressed, I Wept And Struggled, I Had Never Loved. Fanny Kemble-Butler.