Farewells are utter’d, hands are pressed.
And now they part, the others move
Eastward away, two westward wend,
And, waving hats and kerchiefs, send
Their farewell messages of love.
[The sun gradually breaks through and disperses the mist. Brand stands and looks down on the two as they approach.]
How the light glitters round these two!
It is as if the mist took flight,
And flowering heather clothed the height,
And heaven laugh’d round them where they go.