THE SEEKER
My hand is wet with tears.
THE WIFE
They are my prayers.
THE SEEKER
Why do you weep when all the world should be
Poised on the outspread wings of happiness?
Ah! just a little moment loose your hold,
While strips my soul for last and fiercest struggle
That gives us victory.
THE WIFE
Nay cease, ah cease.
Why must you venture to the wrath of God
For a mere idle fancy? Is not love,
My love, and youth and joy enough for you?
Roses are beautiful to bind one's brow,
Why must one grasp at stars? Ah, if my tears,
Barren as dew that falls upon the sand,
Cannot incline you to forgetfulness
Of all save love, you are inexorable,
You love me not.
THE SEEKER
I make an end of tears.