SHAWN BRUIN
The little twisted flames burn up the heart.
THE CHILD
I hear them crying, "Newly married bride,
Come to the woods and waters and pale lights."
MARIE BRUIN
I will go with you.
FATHER HART
She is lost, alas!
THE CHILD (standing by the door)
But clinging mortal hope must fall from you:
For we who ride the winds, run on the waves
And dance upon the mountains, are more light
Than dewdrops on the banners of the dawn.
MARIE BRUIN
Oh, take me with you.
(SHAWN BRUIN goes over to her.)
SHAWN BRUIN
Beloved, do not leave me!
Remember when I met you by the well
And took your hand in mine and spoke of love.
MARIE BRUIN
Dear face! Dear voice!
THE CHILD
Come, newly married bride!