Thy voice again!—this blindness of my eyes—
If it be David, speak.
DAVID
Yes, Miriam.
MIRIAM
David of Jesse, Israel’s desire!
Let me behold thee [Her hands go over him.] with my fingers’ sight,
And gather in them touch of thee again!
Thy voice is as dream-dulcimers that stir
Quivering myrrh of memory and joy—