MAURTEEN BRUIN
I am right happy, and would make all else
Be happy too. I hear a child outside,
And will go bring her in out of the cold.
(He opens the door. A CHILD dressed in pale green and
with red-gold hair comes into the house.)
THE CHILD
I tire of winds and waters and pale lights!
MAURTEEN BRUIN
You are most welcome. It is cold out there;
Who would think to face such cold on a May Eve?
THE CHILD
And when I tire of this warm little house
There is one here who must away, away,
To where the woods, the stars, and the white streams
Are holding a continual festival.
MAURTEEN BRUIN
Oh, listen to her dreamy and strange talk.
Come to the fire.
THE CHILD
I will sit upon your knee,
For I have run from where the winds are born,
And long to rest my feet a little while.
(She sits upon his knee.)
BRIDGET BRUIN
How pretty you are!
MAURTEEN BRUIN
Your hair is wet with dew!