Where innocence may haven, far from me!
Steer on!
(The barge passes down stream.)
FIFTH SCENE
The Queen’s tower. Night. At the back a bolted door. At one side a prie-dieu, with a footstool before it. A single lamp burning on a tripod. Guenevere stands by a window, holding the curtain and peering out.
Guenevere
It has not moved.... It’s nothing; fancy’s fever,
That shapes the shadows into forms of fear!
And yet there is a shadow among those shadows,
And I could swear that shadow had human eyes,