Ideal.
If thou didst not detain me with thine eyes;
For if, in climbing upward, I looked back,
I’d see the sky and bluebell in thine eyes,
And so return to thee. Come, Violet, come.
Violet.
Ah, me! See what a deep, deep stair it is.
[Aside] Aloof the bluebell, lovers joy to see.
[Aloud] I’ll not descend.
Ideal.
Then I’ll invoke
The spirit of this lovely glen, that dwells
In yonder rock, to aid in my petition.
[Turns and calls to rock on further side of glen.
Come, Violet!
[An echo is heard repeating Violet.