Holding it, holding it,—and won’t leave go!
I’d ’elp yer, if I could. I’d die for yer!
But he won’t let me go.
——I’m cold, I’m cold!
Can’t see!—I’ve lost my way,
And I shan’t—never—any more come home!
(The snowman looses her hand, and she falls. The mist clears from a dark stage, the walls close in again, the chamber remains in darkness. A figure stumbles past the window, the door is thrown open, the Snowman stands aside. Enter Jaspar.)
Jaspar.—
Home! Home, at last! Who’s there? Anyone there?
What? Nobody? No fire? Oh, bitter cold——