Pierces the veil of timeless night:
Molten spheres, whose tempests narrow
Their floods to a beam of gentle light,
To charm with a moonray quenched from fire
The land of delight, the land of desire.
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F. (to R.). That is the major-domo Gregory
With the white locks. Take him aside, he is deaf.
(During next verse R. makes his way to G., and they are seen talking aside during the other dialogue.)
Music continued—