ROSEI (rising slowly from the bed).
Rosei has woken from his dream ...
CHORUS.
Woken from his dream! The springs and autumns of fifty years
Vanished with all their glory; dazed he rises from the bed.
ROSEI.
Whither are they gone that were so many ...
CHORUS.
“The queens and waiting-ladies? What I thought their voices”
ROSEI.
Were but the whisperings of wind in the trees.