Where the lamp’s light on sallow corpses falls—
Svanhild.
Shame!
Falk [looking after Strawman who appears at the window].
He was once so brilliant and so strong;
Warred with the world to win his mistress; passed
For Custom’s doughtiest iconoclast;
And poured forth love in pæans of glad song—!
Look at him now! In solemn robes and wraps,
A two-legged drama on his own collapse!