Man—Who told you all this?
Boy—My lady—in the twilight.
Man—Your lady?
Boy—She sent me to find the promised land. She will come when I am there. My heart is strong, and I can wait for her.
Man—My heart was strong and passionate; it pulses no longer like a man's, but serves to beat out the unconsidered tickings of the ashen days.
Boy—Then sit with me, be a child, and laugh at the shadow. So faith may come again.
Man—The day is breaking.
Boy—(Whimsically.) Alas, the shadow's gone, and you have not seen it! Look yonder at the little stream, it leaps like a white flame down the grey old rocks.
(They peer over the cliff together.)
Man—I smell the living earth.