WOMAN of the SIDHE
Then kiss my mouth. Though memory
Be beauty's bitterest enemy
I have no dread for at my kiss
Memory on the moment vanishes:
Nothing but beauty can remain.
GHOST of CUCHULAIN
And shall I never know again
Intricacies of blind remorse?
WOMAN of the SIDHE
Time shall seem to stay his course,
For when your mouth and my mouth meet
All my round shall be complete
Imagining all its circles run;
And there shall be oblivion
Even to quench Cuchulain's drouth,
Even to still that heart.
GHOST of CUCHULAIN
Your mouth.
(They are about to kiss, he turns away)
O Emer, Emer.