Now, by my father’s tomb! but I am calm.
Rai. Never more hope to see her!
Aym. Never more!
[Sitting down on the ground.
I loved her, so she perish’d!—All the earth
Hath not another voice to reach my soul,
Now hers is silent! Never, never more!
If she had but said farewell!—(Bewildered.) It grows so dark!
This is some fearful dream. When the morn comes I shall wake.
——My life’s bright hours are done!