CRASSUS.
I am dead now.
ALICIA.
But I must raise you up.
The night grows darker; all Pan's light is gone,
And you and I are pledged to sup
Upon a secret.
CRASSUS.
All your secret shone.
[She laughs again.]
ALICIA.
Oh, when you know it! But you must divine
Adela's shrine.
CRASSUS.
I am weary of Adela grown chaste and chill.
ALICIA.
The hunter lags; how heavy is the hill!
But you are bound to Adela.
CRASSUS.
To you!
ALICIA.
But you have given me freedom. I will leave you.
CRASSUS.
What have I done to grieve you?
ALICIA.
You have been the solemn fool with face awry
That I have gathered in my ecstasy.
You are only a vulgar primrose I have plucked.