One thought consumes me,
The anger of lust denied
Covers me like darkness.
I am become a demon dwelling
In the hell of my dark thoughts,
Storm-cloud of my desires.
GHOST.
“Though the waters parch in the fields
Though the brooks run dry,
Never shall the place be shown
Of the spring that feeds my heart.”[121]
So I had resolved. Oh, why so cruelly
Set they me to win
Voice from a voiceless drum,
Spending my heart in vain?
And I spent my heart on the glimpse of a moon that slipped
Through the boughs of an autumn tree.[122]
CHORUS.
This damask drum that hangs on the laurel-tree
GHOST.
Will it sound, will it sound?
(He seizes the PRINCESS and drags her towards the drum.)
Try! Strike it!
CHORUS.