The Shadowy Waters
First Voice. Armed men have come upon us! O I am
You know the counsels of the Ever-living,
Circling and circling over the masthead?
She takes off her crown and lays it upon the deck.]>1
<1[He goes out.]
The other night, while he was playing it,
For we will gaze upon this world no longer.
An unimaginable happiness.
Of the great golden net that is about us.
While theres a rope to run into a noose
Will look upon his face again.
<1[Aibric has risen from the deck where he had fallen. He
And in a tower of glass, and from that day
And that is why the world totters about
And that is why their lovers are afraid
Care more about the kegs of silver and gold
They have been circling over our heads in the air,
In their long lives? Will you be of our troop
Wander a moment when one is in love?
If there be half a hundred more, what matter?
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
Aibric [half falling into the keen]. The yew-bough has been
Second Sailor.>1 He has put a sudden darkness over the
Dectora. Is that true?
That is more mighty than the sun and moon,
First Sailor. Treasure on treasure.
That had but the one eye.
Third Sailor. Lets home; Id give some rubies to a
If he were dead; but who will be our captain,
They would not send me one that casts a shadow.
Consideration, generosity;
Has she not seen him lying like a log,
Second Sailor. Theres somebody Id give the amethyst
come
Speak - he will not deny it.
As those that can outlive the moon have known it,
Dectora. What is there but the crying of the birds?
Aibric. Shadows, illusions,
And paid you on the nail.
Or somewhere, I shall find the love they have
We have to follow, for they are our pilots;
O silver fish that my two hands have taken
And take the captains share of everything
For I am getting on in life - to something
The bed of love, that in the imagination
And he my master from my childhood up!
promised.
I would that there was nothing in the world
slowly, and finally lets it fall. She spreads out her hair.
Because we are not proud, imperishable,
Forgael. Yes; if they give us help.
[She runs suddenly on to the raiscd part of the poop.]
Forgael. Were they but lowlier
[They go out.]
Where I am rid of life - the events of the world -
Leaps upward, as if all the streams o the world
And all the birds are scattered - O! O! O!
But I have done so great a wrong against you,
Sccond Sailor. And I had thought to make
It shall be in the country of the dead,
First Sailor. I will strike him first.
Id never come upon the happiness
Alone and winged.
And wring my hands, and wail him bitterly,
Who cannot put me from his sight for ever.
He knows that he is taking you to death;
Of those that are alive for ever and ever.
Had you looked on them face to face as I did,
Become one movement, energy, delight,
How great a wrong it is to let ones thought
First Sailor. I saw a flagon of brown ale aboard her.
In a white breaking wave; they had the look
Aibric. What riches can you find in this waste sea
And all that prophesying images
Now that hes dead I have no need of it,
And kiss more lips than lasting peaceable men
I could give all my heart to that Red Moll
First Sailor. I have heard
We have fallen in the dreams the Ever-living
Second Sailor. I think that he has Forgael in his net,
To tell them a plain story.
Second Sailor. Its certain Id sleep easier o nights
Dectora. Yet say
First Sailor. I saw them, too, one night. Forgael was
If you will draw that sword out of its scabbard
They cannot hear my voice; but whats the meaning?
Could we but give us wholly to the dreams,
And tell me who it is that we are waking.
And blew me hither to my lasting sorrow,
First Sailor. Ill do it.
Tectora. Is it not tme
And set you dreaming.
Forgael. All would be well
For he was killed. O! O! O! O! O! O!
With the Ever-living.
I know that he died a thousand years ago,
Second Sailor. Holy fire
Forgael. How could I rest
Or creaky shoes. And at the end of all
And carries it between us.
The cozening fortune-teller that comes whispering,
Breathe on the burnished mirror of the world
Forgael. Until your lips
That drove you to it, and I fool enough
playing,
That none might take you from me.
And beat the bulwark of your ship on mine,
To cry aloud to the grey birds, and dreams,
With all those sights and all that crying out?
Forgael. Although you are more beautiful than any,
For theyre my only pilots. If I lost them
Forgael. But he that gets their love after the fashion
That you were born a thousand years ago,
Dectora. I am a queen,
That I may drown myself?
There is no measure that it would not burst.
And you had spread a sail for home, a wind
That the Shape-changers, the Ever-laughing Ones,
Dectora. He has flung a Druid spell upon the air,
Being too busy in the air and the high air,
That I would look upon for ever?
And I would know if you will give me vengeance.
That lift us to the flowing, changing world
A magic that can call a demon up,
And I will hear them talking in a minute.
First Sailor. What good is there in this hard way of
upon the deck. They lift their swords to strike Forgael,>1
And measure out a course and bring us home,
That fly into the west?
My courage came again.
All the Sailors. O! O! O! O!
They have made you follow the man-headed birds,
Ive heard a rustling overhead in the wind.
Aibric. Be of your t九_九_藏_书_网roop! Aibric be one of you
Of that more powerful life?
<1[The Sailors have returned. Dectora is with them.]
Blue-eyed, and a quick runner on bare feet,
Where no childs born but to outlive the moon.
And drop him from the gunnel.
The crazy nothing that I think it is,
Ill show you that I am made differently,
First Sailor. I saw them on that night as well as you.
That set him to the fancy.
What the worlds million lips are thirsting for
If it be not that hearing messages
But it is true. Why did they run upon him,
Dectora. And did those watchers bid you take me
that dead king? Arthur of Britain?
And let the dream go by.
Before a hand can touch me.
But have not bitten yet.
And though theyre but the colour of grey ash,
For he will shelter you and bring you home.
And drags him through the sea,
That it was yesterday and not to-day
Forgael. I never have been golden-armed Iollan.
That he is holding up between us there,
And they were listening ther& beyond the sail.
Like a grey gull upon the breast of each.
Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope,
[Forgael plays the harp.]
And for a dozen hours have been a part
That follows after.
Dectora. But I will cover up your eyes and ear?,
But no, no, no! your cry is not against me.
And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh,
For golden-armed Iollan that I loved-
galley
They have it that the plans of kings and queens
That I will never lift a hand against you.
Second Sailor. Aye, long and long enough.
Dectora. No, for he is dcad.
Dectora. Would that the storm that overthrew my ships,
Or cry about ones ears.
Forgael. You say that also? You have heard the voices,
Yes, voices! but I do not catch the words.
For love is war, and there is hatred in it;
And listen to me for a while. The sailors
Too many years to lift a hand against you.
Second Sailor. We had not known
Dectora. Theres nothing in the world thats worth a
are standing near to the mast, on which a harp is hanging.
That the heart longs for. What is love itself,
And that youll bring me there?
I have fled to my beloved in the air,
Theres not a man but will be glad of it
And I would have you look into my face
When she knows that.
What more have you to look for on the seas?
Dectora. How can that be?
Why are you looking at the sea?
"Loves in brief longing and deceiving hope
And cut the rope, for I go on with Forgael.
Our hearts desire now that we are so light.
With human voices
Aibric. Put by these thoughts,
Until my body give you kiss for kiss.
Flew westward; and many a time since then
Dectora. Being too high, their heady prophecies
But why are they still waiting? why are they
moon.
For that brief sighing.
How are we better off than Seaghan the fool,
First Sailor. Nothing to fear.
<1[He starts up, listening to the birds. The harp slips from
First Sailor. O she was but a shadow, and slipped from
That you may never hear the cry of the birds,
Second Sailor. Until the moon had set; and when I looked
And all that murmurings but a marriage-song;
behind him.]>1
<1Dectora [first trembling back from the mast where the harp is,
Upon his shoulders.
And I am left alone with my beloved,
Mutter such things as they awake from trance.
Aibric. And if that happiness be more than dreams,
Than a strong body and a ready hand.
Aibric, His wife knows better.
Dectora. What is it that you are muttering -
<1who is about to play the harp. The stage begins to
And hid her among fruits of jewel-stone
Forgael. Our love shall be like theirs
One of the Ever-living, as I think -
darken. The Sailors hesitate in fear.]
At the full moon?
Why linger? Run to your desire,
<1[She mounts on to the hulwark and turns towards
voice,
But when I had eaten and drunk myself asleep
Dectora. I would grow jealous of the ivory roof,
For I have heard that he was proud and laughing,
The crazy herdsman that will tell his fellows
Youve never known, Id lay a wager on it,
If you had taken me by magic spells,
Theyre crying out, could you but hear their words,
Aibric. Why do you need a sword? But you may keep it.
Bend lower, O king, that I may crown you with it.
The flagstone under all, the fire of fires,
Second Sailor. But thats not all.
Well put this man to death.
And all the birds are scattered.
Have we not everything that life can give
by any other means. You call it passion,
Dectora. My husband and miy king died at my feet,
If there be such a country.
It was their hands that plucked the winds awake
But for the ambergris and sandalwood.
Forgael. Where the world ends
As a lamp shadow - no - no lamp, the sun.
his hands, and remains leaning against the bulwarks
Second Sailor. My mother told me that there is not one
First Sailor. But what of that?
And there, in juggleries of sight and sense,
Another Voice. Why have you broken our sleep?
A meaning in that circling overhead?
The Immortal Mockers have cast into his mind,
And know that it is fearless.
And that he died a thousand years ago.
I half remember. It has been in my dreams.
I ask a fitting punishment for all
That is not in the world.
Youd never doubt that it was life they promised
gael takes the harp.]>1
But if I were to put you on that ship,
Though it but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,
Second Sailor. How can we have a wake
The Ever-living hold us. Do what you will,
Weret not that there is magic in h九-九-藏-书-网is harp,
And when we have it we are no happier,
Forgael. No, I am not mad -
<1[The Sailors throw Aibric on one side. He falls and lies
Forgael. And yet I cannot think theyre leading me
Aibric. No, no, do not say that. You know right well
Another answers, "Maybe we shall find
I have deceived you utterly.
Some other woman has a claim on you,
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
Ill strike a blow for him to give him time
And having lit upon this woman there,
What power that is more mighty than desire
And says, "A sword-blade pierced me in my sleep.-
As that wild Aengus. Long before her day
Forgael. Queen, I am not mad.
If I am going to my death? - for there,
Have driven travellers mad for their own sport.
Dectora. Ill give a golden galley full of fruit,
But my beloved - that night and day had perished,
And blew you hither; and their mouths have
If something thats most fabulous were true -
They hover over the masthead awhile
Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted,
And drowned the treasures of nine conquered nations,
These dozen weeks.
And theres no help in words. [To the Sailors.]
Aibric. I have good spirits enough.
That he is being driven to his death.
And yet you talk of love.
For that is what they say - all, all the shadows -
Bend lower, that I may cover you with my hair,
That unimaginable storms of wind and wave
Forgael. There are some
Second Sailor. "Twas Aengus and Edain, the wandering
If I refused the messengers and pilots
It was that harper put it in my thoughts,
<1[The Sailors comc in with Aibric. They are in great
it and takes it up before he can reach it.]>1
Forgael. Why should you be more faithful than the rest,
From lasting watchers, that outlive the moon,
The yew-bough has been broken into two,
Third Sailor. Dragons with eyes of ruby.
[The Sailors go out.]
with your eyes upon me?
And you will recollect my face and voice,
promised
That you are weeping for.
The mist has covered the heavens, and you and I
Have called me their beloved, Ill not kiss them.
Second Sailor. Do you remember when we sank that
First Sailor. You have awakened him.
But there were others.
woman.
But in some island where the life of the world
And knitted mesh to mesh, we grow immortal;
And now a laggard with a womans head
I would be of your mind; but when he plays it
But no, that is not it.
<1[She passes Forgael and stands for a moment looking into
has begun looking for his sword as if in a dream.]>1
And not a roof of ivory and gold.
For it is love that I am seeking for,
First Sailor Well, net or none,
overhead. When the play opens there are four persons upon the
In having one another?
Knowing it for the worlds end?
Wrung from the cold women of the sea -
To death; for they that promised to me love
As I am doing now. [A pause.] Why do you weep?
Aibric [silencing thcm with agesture]. We would return to
Forgael. I cannot - I am going on to the end.
To him that wounds him to the death.
[Going towards Aibric.]
Until the overburthened moon is dead.
First Sailor. No otherll do it.
What do you call it? - that old promise-breaker,
Where no ship sails, where nothing thats alive
The mind is made unchanging, for it finds
Imagination cannot reckon it.
To burn us to the marrow if we strike.
Having their life in him.
More than the froth, the feather, the dust-whirl,
If railing and reproach and mockery
Are you not happy winged bodies now?
O flower of the branch, 0 bird among the leaves,
excitement.]>1
And beat the golden helmet with their swords?
Aibric. If you had loved some woman -
To the horn, and he be hale and hearty.
Forgael. I have deceived you
I shall have love in their immortal fashion;
Vectora. I do not understand. I know your face
And find their laughter sweeter to the taste
<1[Voices and thc clashing of swords are heard from the
That much is certain. I shall find a woman.
Dectora. Have I not loved you for a thousand years?
coming through an opening in the bulwark. The deck rises in a
Upon its bandy legs.
[Breaking loose from the Sailors who are holding her.]
Forgael. I do not know for certain, but I know.
Of the Ever-living half so dangerous
<1[Her voice hecomes dreamy, and she lowers the sword
Could we but mix ourselves into a dream,
"There is a country at the end of the world
Aibric. I have called you master
To wait their Fiends; but when their friends have
Must be substantial somewhere.
[To Second Sailor.]
believed there was some other near at hand,
First Sailor. We have not come upon a shore or ship
A lucky battle, or a womans kiss
And strike the golden pillars with my hands.
Dectora. That is not true, for he has promised me
You are not its core. My teeth are in the world,
But harry us with hopes that come to nothing,
dGmes crying, "I have run upon the sword.
Aibric. While
Forgael. I weep - I weep because bare nights above,
Dectora. No, not there,
Forgael. Have I not given
That raised their hands against him.
Forgael, because you cannot put me from you.
For neither I nor you can break a mesh
First Sailor. There is none to take his side.
Aibric. Where is my sword that fell out of my hand
Who have slain my husband and laid hands upon me.
Aibric. Shadows before now
But it was all deceit, and flattery
And I will follow you and cut the rope
deck. Aibric stands by the tiller. Forga藏书网el sleeps upon the raised
To hurry to their hidden happiness
All, all, the very bottom of the bowl -
Riding to hurley, or in the battle-host
"How light we are, now we are changed to birds!
Become our captain, Aibric. I am resolved
And after circling with strange cries awhile
Through wicked spells. That is not all the tale,
To cast his dreams away.
And you have grown to be a burning sod
Forgael. What matter
You cannot leap out of the golden net.
Forgael. Yet never have two lovers kissed but they
Forgael. I weep because Ive nothing for your eyes
Shall light upon a place in the worlds core,
I loved him; I would cover up my ears,
That every man should carry his own soul
First Sailor. They cannot hear;
Straying too far into the north or south,
Dragon that loved the world and held us to it,
Youll hear them calling out to one another
I have done right. What could I but obey?
And yet you make a clamour of reproach.
No, no - not Arthur. I remember now.
Second Sailor. You have dared to touch her?
In the waste of the high air, that we may wander
O! O! O! O! for golden-armed Iollan.
front of Forgael.]>1
Forgael. Do you, too, doubt me? Have you joined their
No, no, nor half a thought; but do not speak.
When it is over, nor one to grumble at us.
It was this woman in her womans vengeance
That has less ups and downs than robbery.
He carried Edain off from a kings house,
I will strike at him.
It may be that the Ever-living know it -
follows, one hears the wailing of the Sailors from the
First Sailor. No need to drown, for, if you will pardon
aboard
Forgael. Do what you will,
away,
Forgael. Its not a dream,
That youll not let me go? I am a queen.
Id drown him while we have the chance to do it.
The ropes in two - it falls into the sea,
To be his bedfellow?
My enemy?
Dectora. Why do you turn away and hide your face,
of the sky,
Dectora. O, I can hear them now.
Second Sailor. I dare not do it.
For you have listened to me playing it
Second Sailor. But were you not afraid?
with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea
Forgael. If you will give me all your mind awhile -
It had washed among the stars and put them out,
Aibric. When they have twenty years; in middle life
She may not be too sorry in the end.
Second Sailor. Can no bewitchment
Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn
To make her fast while we are plundering her.
First Sailor. Better steer home,
A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn -
Aibric. Its certain they are leading you to death.
No mortal can.
Aibric. You have taken pay and made your bargain for it.
Dectora. Youve nothing but wild words,
To the other side, and higher in the air.
First Sailor. Come to his ship.
Aibric. I am on his side,
To grasp the woman.
Dectora. The sword is in the rope -
living,
Dectora. I understand you now.
[They go out keening.]
Upon that other ship we are to wake.
And Ive but half!
Forgael [to Dectora], Go with him,
Had run into one fountain.
portion of the deck towards the front of the stage. Two Sailors
O; O! O! O!
To take him while he sleeps and carry him
Forgael. Thats not the story;
But desolate waters and a battered ship.
Like charmed apples made of chrysoprase,
But whats the meaning? [He cries out.] Why do you
Out of all reckoning.
Forgael [taking the tiller from Aibric]. The Ever-living have
First Sailor. Has he not led us into these waste seas
[Shrinking back.] He has caught the crescent moon out
Dectora. I am a woman, I die at every breath.
Strange creatures flutter up before ones eyes,
Second Sailor. When she finds out we have better men
Better than my own hands.
Where do you come from? Who brought you to this
They that have all the wisdom thats in life,
Aibric. And yet the world
[The Sailors go out.]
That have had dreams for father, live in us.
As for this woman, I think she is coming with me.
His name will come into our thoughts in a minute.
And bring us into populous seas again?
on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar
First Sailor [falling into a dream suddenly. But you were
Have buried nothing but my golden arms.
Unless we drain more flagons in a year
Second Sailor. Full to the hatches.
Forgael [folding his arms]. My hands are still;
I will confess it all.
Forgael. You turn away. Why do you turn away?
But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind
Second Sailor. Theres nobody is natural but a robber,
And having such wide-open, shining eyes.
<1[He goes close up to Forgael with his sword lifted.]
But dreams that hurry from beyond the world
We are alone for ever, and I laugh,
Now that my body has begun to dream,
eyes to.
Why are they all a-flutter of a sudden?
Or called before his eyes.
But the reality that makes our passion
The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,
That never did a hands turn? Aibric! Aibric!
Dectora. I am not afraid,
Is it that though your eyes are full of love
That the grave-diggers in a dreamy frenzy
For he can judge the stars as well as Forgael.
And listening to the cry of wind and wave
And now they all wheel suddenly and fly
For you are looking at the sea. Do you not know
And then one asks another how he died,
Forgael. My grief!
Aibric. I have seen nothing pass.
Is shaken in these seas, and what one does
Forgael. Both you and I are taken in the net.
What are they? Unto what count九九藏书ry do they fly?
First Sailor. He played all through the night.
earned
A Sailor [calling from the other ship]. Come hither, Aibric,
They are too busy with each other. Look!
And if she hear him mutter of wild riders,
For golden-armed Iollan has been killed.
lovers,
Farewell! farewell! [He goes out.]
The roots of the world.
It was in all his battles. I will spread my hair,
Their heads being turned with praise and flattery;
Bring madness?
She knows that it was but the cart-horse coughing
captive?
Withholds them now? Have the Ever-living Ones
And all that is and all that is to be,
Another Voice. Wake all below!
In happy dances under a windy moon,
Had drowned me also. But, being yet alive,
Forgael. When she finds out I will not let her go -
[A number of Sailors entcr hurriedly.]
Forgael. To unimaginable happiness.
And that old harp awakens of itself
That cannot be the meaning of the birds.
Aibric. Let the birds scatter, for the tree is broken,
But now that they have taken to the road
Dectora. No. Take this sword
Peaceable men that shut the wind away,
And for this end they gave me my old harp
Or look upon them.
And overpower the crew while yet asleep!
Upon the misty border of the wood,
But it was sudden.
It whirls into the foam. O ancient worm,
Out of the running stream, O morning star
What name to call him by?
with us,
Or chrysoberyl, or beryl, or chrysclite;
That nothing can amend it but these waters,
other ship, which cannot be seen because of the sail.]
And now they will not follow, while I seek
First Sailor. NO; but opoponax and cinnamon.
me.
Second Sailor. Though it be the moon
And Forgael in the other scale! kill Forgael,
Among substantial things; for it is dreams
Aibric [taking Forgaels hand]. Ill do it for his sake.
I had forgotten that we must go wake him.
For we have found a treasure thats so great
saying there is somebody
Now I can hear. Theres one of them that says,
Second Sailor. You are in the right;
I almost long that it were possible;
And bodily tenderness, and finds that even
Aibric. The Ever-living have made you mad; but no,
A Dramatic Poem
While I was looking they rose hurriedly,
Fool, fool! Although you have looked into my face
Forgael. Why do you cast a shadow?
But that I am afraid they may have passed,
All that is not the meeting of our lips.
Had the worlds total life gathered up, it seemed,
A shadow does not carry sword or spear.
By magic strings, Ill make this answer to it:
Forgael. It was so given out, but I will prove
They killed him at my feet. O! O! O! O!
That weigh and measure all in these waste seas -
But laughter and tears - laughter, laughter, and tears;
plot?
To him that strikes him first!
Dectora. What do I care,
To the other ship,
And all the others; but it must be love
Forgael. The movement of time
What are you calling out above the mast?
<1[He has moved away. She follows him. He is looking out
and then laughing].>1 For a moment
Id do your will, but they are too high - too high.
And as soon finished.
Dectora. Protect me now, gods that my people swear by.
That has been promised me. I have not seen them
Has ever come but those man-headed birds,
kept my bargain for me,
Dectora. What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds
Could not amend.
Until you stood before me on the deck -
Were in the body thats impossible.
It was golden-armed Iollan, and he died
Are plotting for your death.
Forgael. Youre certain of it? I never wake from sleep
A beautiful young man and girl came up
ing dragged the net about us,
First Sailor. There is a king and queen upon her deck,
Ill give my answer.
And get into their world that to the sense
Aibric. I have heard the Druids
Or wave to drown. But I have done with words,
And has not yet been waked.
Dectora. I looked upon the moon,
Dectora. I will end all your magic on the instant.
come! Gull, gannet, or diver,
You do not see my purpose. I shall have gone
Towards the country of the dead.
Dectora. And if there is,
For long enough?
Dcctora [laughing]. Why, its a wonder out of reckoning
Ill never give another thought to it;
In the imagination and intellect?
For everything is gone.
Longing to knead and pull it into shape
our own country, Forgael,
You are not the worlds core. O no, no, no!
Forgael. I have deceived you;
Dectora. No, I have need of it.
Because of that old draught under the door,
Into their shining limbs - Ive had great teachers.
Twas you that egged him to it, for you know
More riches than they ever hoped to find?
know
Aibric. Speak to him.
Dectora. Nine swords with handles of rhinoceros horn
That I should keen him from the full of the moon
The only riches that have hit my fancy.
He does not hate seafarers as he hates
But with a mans head, or a fair womans,
place?
Judge of the stars, and find a course for us?
That I have the best of pilots.
Aibric. They are besotting you as they besot
Am I to fear the waves, or is the moon
A Voice. Armed men have come upon us! O I am slain!
Among the windy meadows of the dawn.
broken into two,
Forgael. But listen, listen!
The Shadowy Waters
Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.
First Sailor. Why should I fear?
Forgael. How have I wronged her now that she is merry?
He has stooped down and kissed her on the lips.
Had seemed to be the giver of all peace,
Shall be alone for ever. We two - this crown -
First Sailo藏书网r. The whole ship
Has beautiful women to please every man.
As now.
Where passion grows to be a changeless thing,
Where the dead drifted, I could see a bird
At the most quiet midnight is to be stricken.
Aibric [half to Dectora, half to himself]. What name had
One - and one - a couple - five together;
And all that tossing of your wings is joy,
First Sailor. She will be like a wild cat; for these queens
More mighty than the stars half troubled me,
And the high fame that come to them in marriage,
I have good reason for that thought.
Forgael. Look there!
fear.
Forgael. Maybe it is but natural to doubt me.
And now
With so red lips, and running on such feet,
Forgael. Do you not know me, lady? I am he
Broken-hearted, having lost his queen
For neither I nor any living man
Forgael [turning and seeing her].>1 Why are you standing
And ask for satisfaction upon these
One of the Laughing People - and she and I
And has been dangerous to him.
<1[He goes dreamily towards the sword, but Dectora runs at
But what is it that made me say I loved him?
Aibric [sleepily]. Queen, give it me.
There is not one among you that made love
When we have put their changeless image on.
With sailors that were sworn to do your will,
And flying towards their peace.
A melancholy that a cup of wine,
First Sailor. The hold is full of treasure.
One moment has no might upon the moment
But all thats raving. Who is there can compel
When we have neither brown nor yellow ale?
None but the dead, or those that never lived,
And if you say that she came willingly -
Theyll fly upon that secret way of theirs.
This sword is to lie beside him in the grave.
his face.]>1
[Forgael changes the tune.]
slain!
To make low laughter more than meat and drink,
They take a kiss for what a kiss is worth,
Aibric. Speak lower, or theyll hear.
Forgael. O no!
And we are almost on her!
Is shadow, and not linger wretchedly
Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting,
Forgael. Your soul shall give the kiss.
Aibric. Take up that rope
other ship. Dectora stands with the sword lifted in
Your raving of a message and a harp
And you have told me that their journey lies
Dectora. O why do you not lift your eyes to mine?
What are the birds at there?
Being as doubtful?
The Others. And I! And I! And I!
These thousand years.
Or than the shivering casting-net of the stars,
The daughter and the granddaughter of kings
us
Have loved that way - there is no other way.
Aengus and Edain, those passionate wanderers,
[While he has been speaking, and through part of what
And almost wept because they could not find it.
You have a Druid craft of wicked sound
Land for your children or money in a pot.-
For all his spells will vanish when he dies,
Can know that ecstasy. Forgael! Forgael!
Forgael. What if he speak the truth,
Made of dim gold rave out in secret tombs;
Transform these rascal billows into women
[His voice sinks again.]
over the sea, shading his eyes.]>1
He could not see them, but I held out my hands
I can put fear away as a queen should.
Because I have awakened her to love
You are broken, you are broken. The world drifts
Would rise of a sudden, or a wave so huge
First Sailor. I am so tired of being bachelor
Whether he will or no; and better still
And killed a lover or husband at my feet -
Being driven on by voices and by dreams
Wed better go, for we have lost this chance.
"You will have all you have wished for when you have
series of steps hehind the tiller, and the stern of the ship curves
That has the heady flavour of new wine,
And keep to the one weary marriage-bed.
These many days; and yet there must be many
Or fumbling in a dream about the house?
Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave -
Forgael. If youll but listen closely to that crying
When I have said farewell to this man here,
Third Sailor. How can we raise the keen that do not
Dectora. Does wandering in these desolate seas
<1[Aibric goes in front of Forgael with drawn sword. For-
As they have known it. Now the secrets out;
To fancy that shed bring you home again.
Dying at every moment in the world,
Not in its image on the mirror!
I would not let you speak, for I would know
Forgael [gathering Dectoras hair about him]. Beloved, hav-
Dectora. O carry me
That I might lay it on your head as a crown.
To make an end of Forgael while he sleeps.
Forgael. Have the birds passed us? I could hear your
To whom all lovers pray.
That were clear messages from the Ever-living,
First Sailor. Ivory images with amethyst eyes.
Second Sailor [beginning to keen]. Ohone! O! O! O!
Aibric. All that ever loved
Third Sailor. Boxes of precious spice.
You did not know what brought him to his end,
To win a woman in her own despite,
Would rise against me.
First Sailor. Ive thought of that. We must have Aibric
But now it is your thoughts that wander away,
First Sailor. Look there! there in the mist! a ship of spice!
In islands where the children of Aengus wind
That he has been all night upon the hills,
Even though it be the lightest of light love,
When I first heard the news? Ah, there it is!
Aibric. Run at them now,
Forgael [who has remained at the tiller]. There! there they
linger there?
Dectora. I promise it.
Let go my hands!
To some sure country, some familiar place.
Has hated every man thats not in love,
Forgael.]>1
And where there is one woman therell be others.