Peer.
[Approaches the hut.]
Forward and back, and it’s just as far.
Out and in, and it’s just as strait.
[Stops.
No!—like a wild, an unending lament,
Is the thought: to come back, to go in, to go home.
[Takes a few steps on, but stops again.
Round about, said the Boyg!
[Hears singing in the hut.