I have known
So little of the seasons. Day and night
I prayed that God would keep you chaste. No prayer
Of mine was ever answered.
CARLOMAN.
[to Marcomir] Dare you pray
That this should be or that? The only prayer
That is not futile in impiety
Is like a plunge beneath a river’s flow
To feel the strength and pureness of the life
That courses through the world.
GENEVIVA.
Ah, yes, to bathe,
And then to rise up clean.
[to Marcomir] The very moment
He spoke of youth, virginity and love
I prayed: I am alive. O Marcomir,
And there are other words of fellowship,
Of joy and youth-time. Let us hold him dear
Because he has delivered us; together
Let us give thanks, give courage each to each
Unenvious; let us talk of him once more,
Though with a difference—I will not use
Your comradeship profanely as I did,
To set you up against him in caprice,
Then leave you wild and empty. He has much
To pardon; you have more.
MARCOMIR.
No, no!
CARLOMAN.
Ah, no—
Not pardon. Where’s the need? We mortal men
Are brought to riot, brought to abstinence
That we may grow on either ready soil
The mustard-seed of pleasure, that is filled
With wings and sunny leaves. As time goes by
We shall have true relations each with each,
And with clean hearts receive the usufruct
Of what is best, and growing better still
In every soul among us.
[leading her up to Marcomir]
Geneviva,
His kiss will free your penitence, and teach you
He never could regret the past, because
It made to-day.