The Lady.
I jested not: at daybreak I must go,
Yet loving thee far better than thou know.
Pierrot.
Then, by this altar, and this sacred shrine,
Take my sworn troth, and swear thee wholly mine!
The gods have wedded mortals long ere this.
The Lady.
There was enough betrothal in my kiss.
What need of further oaths?
Pierrot.
That bound not thee!
The Lady.
Peace! since I tell thee that it may not be.
But sit beside me whilst I soothe thy bale
With some moon fancy or celestial tale.
Pierrot.
Tell me of thee, and that dim, happy place
Where lies thine home, with maidens of thy race!
The Lady [seating herself].
Calm is it yonder, very calm; the air
For mortals' breath is too refined and rare;
Hard by a green lagoon our palace rears
Its dome of agate through a myriad years.
A hundred chambers its bright walls enthrone,
Each one carved strangely from a precious stone.
Within the fairest, clad in purity,
Our mother dwelleth immemorially:
Moon-calm, moon-pale, with moon stones on her gown,
The floor she treads with little pearls is sown;
She sits upon a throne of amethysts,
And orders mortal fortunes as she lists;
I, and my sisters, all around her stand,
And, when she speaks, accomplish her demand.
Pierrot.
Methought grim Clotho and her sisters twain
With shriveled fingers spun this web of bane!
The Lady.
Theirs and my mother's realm is far apart;
Hers is the lustrous kingdom of the heart,
And dreamers all, and all who sing and love,
Her power acknowledge, and her rule approve.
Pierrot.
Me, even me, she hath led into this grove.