Gwymplane
My love, then, if you are going before me, [a strange look passes over his face—he straightens himself] just a little before me, will you let fall some bright flowers from your breast that will make a track of light for me to follow in, so that we may perhaps waken together? O, love, how remote your beautiful face is becoming. Do you even hear me, I wonder.
Dea [very low]
I do hear. Gwymplane, come nearer. That night I tried to understand, but I thought with so much pain that I could not seem to understand. Now the pain is gone out of any thought and I understand now how little cause there was for pain.
Gwymplane
Beloved.
Dea
I know I am your beloved. Hold me close.
[He wraps her frantically in his arms.]
I want the blessing of your arms to be the last thing in my life.