I have fled from life, I am dancing in a dream,
My feet are set among strawberry blossoms and lilies of the valley.
I cannot move from my place.
A dull voice says, "Come!" A clear voice says, "Go!" But I cannot move from my place.
(She opens her eyes.
The Fourth Watcher: Look and see! Alas, you have ceased to smile.
The Princess (stretching out both arms and pointing to the bystanders): Who are these?
The Fourth Watcher: Living men, and I am one also.
The Princess: And why do they stay here, seated on the floor?
The Fourth Watcher: It is night, and there is no light while it endures.