Then they sailed for Syme Island, and the gods were with their going,
For their beauty came upon them both, with youth and strength and peace;
Now they rule and live forever in a spring forever blowing,
High in Syme where the sun is bright and skylarks never cease.
FIFTH ACT
Rose-Flower.
There is no rider, coming from the army,
In sight yet, Madam. Shall we play again?
(No answer.)
Moon-Blossom.
Come to the window. There. What white was that?
Rose-Flower.
The wind lifting the dust.