Cha. My own!
Her. I try to rise,
To find my wings—and feel the air again
Without your drowning touch upon me——
Cha. Hernda!
Have I so nearly lost you? Come, beloved,
Sit here, and let me vow me yours again
Till in each word you feel my beating heart.
Her. My stars shall hear these vows.
[Changes the light to pale, evening glow. Rear, right, are glimpses of sky with frail, moving clouds, faint stars and a new moon]
And see, my moon.
Intent and virginal.
[She sits, and Chartrien lies on the ground, his breast covering her feet]
Now, now my heart
Holds not another thing but love and you!
Cha. No thought of those dread wings?
Her. None, none! And you?
[Bends over him]
All mine. I hold you now, fast in my world.
Sometimes you enter, come within my door.
And then I can not shut it for a wind
That clings about you from a farther sky.