FOUNTAIN GHOST
The spirits of those who will soon be born.
VOICES
We have left our flowers. We know we shall soon be born.
What of Life, O dead?
GHOST OF PERVANEH
(With a great cry) Why, Life…is sweet, my children!
(The leaves of the trees begin to rustle.)
FOUNTAIN GHOST
Listen to the tress.
GHOST OF PERVANEH
Is it coming?
FOUNTAIN GHOST
It is the wind. I must go down into the earth.
(The FOUNTAIN GHOST vanishes.)
GHOST OF PERVANEH
Ah, I am cold—I am cold—beloved!
GHOST OF RAFI
(Scarce visible and very faint) Cold…cold.