Guido.
Lisetta, from his kind eyes I drank, and knew
How God had magnified my soul through him,
And sent me peace. And I returned to thee;
For here in thee have I my glory.
Lisetta.
Guido, the old spring comes back again. And now
I may speak. Guido, look through my window vines there
Where the stars rise. O Love, I have not slept
For lacking thee. And often have I seen
The moonlight lie like sleep upon the hill,
And in the garden of the sky the moon
Drift like a blown rose, Guido, and yet
I might not speak.
Guido.
Thou art my saint and shrine!
Lisetta.
Now shall my dream become thy song again,
And the long twilight be more sweet, Guido!
Guido.
I pray thee rest thee now and sleep. Good-night.
My full heart breaks in song; and I will sit
Hearing the blessed saints within my soul,
And will not stir from thee lest thou shouldst wake
When I might not be near to serve thy need.
[The shepherd pipe far-off and faint is heard playing.]
[THE CURTAIN.]
THE MASQUE OF THE TWO STRANGERS[50]
By
LADY ALIX EGERTON
