"Here is a woman with utter need of me—
I find myself queen here, it seems! How strange!"
He turns and looks again at the white, quiet child who stands awaiting her dismissal. Her soul is on her silent lips—
"Look at the woman here with the new soul . . .
This new soul is mine!"
And then, musing aloud, he comes upon the truth of it—
"Scatter all this, my Phene—this mad dream!
What's the whole world except our love, my own!"
To-night (he told her so, did he not?), aye, even before to-night, they will travel for her land, "some isle with the sea's silence on it"; but first he must break up these paltry attempts of his, that he may begin art, as well as life, afresh. . . .
"Some unsuspected isle in the far seas!
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And you are ever by me while I gaze,
—Are in my arms as now—as now—as now!
Some unsuspected isle in the far seas!
Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas!"
That is what Lutwyche, under the window, hears for his revenge.