Miriam. But whither goest thou?
Walter. On the highest peak,
Among the snows, there grows a pale blue flower—
The village maidens call it Life-in-Death,
The old men Sleep-no-more; I have sworn to pluck it;
Many have failed upon the same wild quest,
And left their bleaching bones among the crags.
If I should fail——————————————————
Miriam. Let me go with thee, “Walter!
Let me not here i’ the valley—let us find