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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Land Of Heart's Desire (Little Blue
+Book#335), by W.B. Yeats
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+Title: The Land Of Heart's Desire (Little Blue Book#335)
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+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3>LITTLE BLUE BOOK NO. 335</h3>
+<h3>Edited by E. Haldeman-Julius</h3>
+
+<h1>The Land of
+Heart's Desire</h1>
+
+<h2>W.B. Yeats</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center">HALDEMAN-JULIUS COMPANY<br />
+GIRARD, KANSAS
+</p>
+
+
+
+<p class="center">PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1>THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE</h1>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<h2>PERSONS</h2>
+
+
+<p class="center">
+MAURTEEN BRUIN.<br />
+SHAWN BRUIN.<br />
+FATHER HART.<br />
+BRIDGET BRUIN.<br />
+MAIRE BRUIN.<br />
+A FAERY CHILD.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>The scene is laid in the Barony of Kilmacowen in<br />
+the county of Sligo, and the time is the<br />
+end of Eighteenth Century. The<br />
+characters are supposed to<br />
+speak in Gaelic</i>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE</h2><!-- Page 5 -->
+
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%;"><p><i>The kitchen of</i> MAURTEEN BRAIN'S <i>house. An
+open grate with a turf fire is at the left
+side of the room, with a table in front of
+it. There is a door leading to the open
+air at the back, and another door a little
+to its left, leading into an inner room.
+There is a window, a settle, and a large
+dresser on the right side of the room, and
+a great bowl of primroses on the sill of the
+window.</i> MAURTEEN BRUIN, FATHER HART;
+<i>and</i> BRIDGET BRUIN <i>are sitting at the table.</i>
+SHAWN BRUIN <i>is setting the table for supper.</i>
+MAIRE BRUIN <i>sits on the settle reading
+a yellow manuscript</i>.</p></div>
+
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Because I bade her go and feed the calves,<br /></span>
+<span>She took that old book down out of the thatch<br /></span>
+<span>And has been doubled over it all day.<br /></span>
+<span>We would be deafened by her groans and moans<br /></span>
+<span>Had she to work as some do, Father Hart,<br /></span>
+<span>Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour;<br /></span>
+<span>Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you,<br /></span>
+<span>The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You are too cross.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">The young side with the young.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.<!-- Page 6 --></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>She quarrels with my wife a bit at times,<br /></span>
+<span>And is too deep just now in the old book;<br /></span>
+<span>But do not blame her greatly; she will grow<br /></span>
+<span>As quiet as a puff-ball in a tree<br /></span>
+<span>When but the moons of marriage dawn and die<br /></span>
+<span>For half a score of times.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Their hearts are wild<br /></span>
+<span>As be the hearts of birds, till children come.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>She would not mind the griddle, milk the cow,<br /></span>
+<span>Or even lay the knives and spread the cloth.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>I never saw her read a book before:<br /></span>
+<span>What may it be?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I do not rightly know:<br /></span>
+<span>It has been in the thatch for fifty years.<br /></span>
+<span>My father told me my grandfather wrote it,<br /></span>
+<span>Killed a red heifer and bound it with the hide.<br /></span>
+<span>But draw your chair this way&mdash;supper is spread;<br /></span>
+<span>And little good he got out of the book,<br /></span>
+<span>Because it filled his house with roaming bards,<br /></span>
+<span>And roaming ballad-makers and the like,<br /></span>
+<span>And wasted all his goods.&mdash;Here is the wine;<br /></span>
+<span>The griddle bread's beside you, Father Hart.<br /></span>
+<span>Colleen, what have you got there in the book<br /></span>
+<span>That you must leave the bread to cool? Had I,<br /></span>
+<span>Or had my father, read or written books<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 7 -->There were no stockings full of silver and gold<br /></span>
+<span>To come, when I am dead, to Shawn and you.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You should not fill your head with foolish dreams.<br /></span>
+<span>What are you reading?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">How a Princess Edene,<br /></span>
+<span>A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard<br /></span>
+<span>A voice singing on a May eve like this,<br /></span>
+<span>And followed, half awake and half asleep,<br /></span>
+<span>Until she came into the land of faery,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue;<br /></span>
+<span>And she is still there, busied with a dance.<br /></span>
+<span>Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood,<br /></span>
+<span>Or where stars walk upon a mountain top.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Persuade the colleen to put by the book:<br /></span>
+<span>My grandfather would mutter just such things,<br /></span>
+<span>And he was no judge of a dog or horse,<br /></span>
+<span>And any idle boy could blarney him.<br /></span>
+<span>Just speak your mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Put it away, my colleen.<br /></span>
+<span>God spreads the heavens above us like great wings,<br /></span>
+<span>And gives a little round of deeds and days,<br /></span>
+<span>And then come the wrecked angels and set snares,<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 8 -->And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams,<br /></span>
+<span>Until the heart is puffed with pride and goes,<br /></span>
+<span>Half shuddering and half joyous, from God's peace;<br /></span>
+<span>And it was some wrecked angel, blind tears,<br /></span>
+<span>Who flattered Edene's heart with merry words.<br /></span>
+<span>My colleen, I have seen some other girls<br /></span>
+<span>Restless and ill at ease, but years went by<br /></span>
+<span>And they grew like their neighbours and were glad<br /></span>
+<span>In minding children, working at the churn,<br /></span>
+<span>And gossiping of weddings and of wakes;<br /></span>
+<span>For life moves out of a red flare of dreams<br /></span>
+<span>Into a common light of common hours,<br /></span>
+<span>Until old age bring the red flare again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Yet do not blame her greatly, Father Hart,<br /></span>
+<span>For she is dull while I am in the fields,<br /></span>
+<span>And mother's tongue were harder still to bear,<br /></span>
+<span>But for her fancies: this is May Eve too,<br /></span>
+<span>When the good people post about the world,<br /></span>
+<span>And surely one may think of them to-night.<br /></span>
+<span>Maire, have you the primroses to fling<br /></span>
+<span>Before the door to make a golden path<br /></span>
+<span>For them to bring good luck into the house.<br /></span>
+<span>Remember, they may steal new-married brides<br /></span>
+<span>Upon May Eve.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN <i>(going over to the window
+and taking the flowers from the bowl.)</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Here are the primroses.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<!-- Page 9 -->
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She goes to the door and strews the
+primroses outside</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You do well, daughter, because God permits<br /></span>
+<span>Great power to the good people on May Eve.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>They can work all their will with primroses&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>Change them to golden money, or little flames<br /></span>
+<span>To burn up those who do them any wrong.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I had no sooner flung them by the door<br /></span>
+<span>Than the wind cried and hurried them away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>May God have mercy on us!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">The good people<br /></span>
+<span>Will not be lucky to the house this year,<br /></span>
+<span>But I am glad that I was courteous to them,<br /></span>
+<span>For are not they, likewise, children of God?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>No, child; they are the children of the fiend,<br /></span>
+<span>And they have power until the end of Time,<br /></span>
+<span>When God shall fight with them a great pitched battle<br /></span>
+<span>And hack them into pieces.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">He will smile,<br /></span>
+<span>Father, perhaps, and open his great door,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 10 -->FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Did but the lawless angels see that door<br /></span>
+<span>They would fall, slain by everlasting peace;<br /></span>
+<span>And when such angels knock upon our doors<br /></span>
+<span>Who goes with them must drive through the same storm.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>A knock at the door</i>. MAIRE BRUIN <i>opens
+it and then goes to the dresser and fills a
+porringer with milk and hands it through
+the door and takes it back empty and closes
+the door</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>A little queer old woman cloaked in green<br /></span>
+<span>Who came to beg a porringer of milk.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The good people go asking milk and fire<br /></span>
+<span>Upon May Eve&mdash;Woe on the house that gives<br /></span>
+<span>For they have power upon it for a year.<br /></span>
+<span>I knew you would bring evil on the house<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Who was she?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Both the tongue and face were strange.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Some strangers came last week to Clover Hill;<br /></span>
+<span>She must be one of them.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I am afraid.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The priest will keep all harm out of the house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 11 -->FATHER HART.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The Cross will keep all harm out of the house<br /></span>
+<span>While it hangs there.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Come, sit beside me, colleen,<br /></span>
+<span>And cut away your dreams of discontent,<br /></span>
+<span>For I would have you light up my last days<br /></span>
+<span>Like a bright torch of pine, and when I die<br /></span>
+<span>I will make you the wealthiest hereabout;<br /></span>
+<span>For hid away where nobody can find<br /></span>
+<span>I have a stocking full of silver and gold.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You are the fool of every pretty face,<br /></span>
+<span>And I must pinch and pare that my son's wife<br /></span>
+<span>May have all kinds of ribbons for her head.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Do not be cross; she is a right good girl!<br /></span>
+<span>The butter's by your elbow, Father Hart.<br /></span>
+<span>My colleen, have not Fate and Time and Change<br /></span>
+<span>Done well for me and for old Bridget there?<br /></span>
+<span>We have a hundred acres of good land,<br /></span>
+<span>And sit beside each other at the fire,<br /></span>
+<span>The wise priest of our parish to our right,<br /></span>
+<span>And you and our dear son to left of us.<br /></span>
+<span>To sit beside the board and drink good wine<br /></span>
+<span>And watch the turf smoke coiling from the fire<br /></span>
+<span>And feel content and wisdom in your heart,<br /></span>
+<span>This is the best of life; when we are young<br /></span>
+<span>We long to tread a way none trod before,<br /></span>
+<span>But find the excellent old way through love<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 12 -->And through the care of children to the hour<br /></span>
+<span>For bidding Fate and Time and Change good-bye.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[A <i>knock at the door</i>. MAIRE BRUIN <i>opens
+it and then takes a sod of turf out of the
+hearth in the tongs and passes it through
+the door and closes the door and remains
+standing by it</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>A little queer old man in a green coat,<br /></span>
+<span>Who asked a burning sod to light his pipe.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You have now given milk and fire and brought<br /></span>
+<span>For all you know, evil upon the house.<br /></span>
+<span>Before you married you were idle and fine,<br /></span>
+<span>And went about with ribbons on your head;<br /></span>
+<span>And now you are a good-for-nothing wife.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Be quiet, mother!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">You are much too cross!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>What do I care if I have given this house,<br /></span>
+<span>Where I must hear all day a bitter tongue,<br /></span>
+<span>Into the power of faeries!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">You know, well<br /></span>
+<span>How calling the good people by that name<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 13 -->Or talking of them over much at all<br /></span>
+<span>May bring all kinds of evil on the house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!<br /></span>
+<span>Let me have all the freedom I have lost&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>Work when I will and idle when I will!<br /></span>
+<span>Faeries, came take me out of this dull world,<br /></span>
+<span>For I would ride with you upon the wind,<br /></span>
+<span>Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,<br /></span>
+<span>And dance upon the mountains like a flame!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You cannot know the meaning of your words!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Father, I am right weary of four tongues:<br /></span>
+<span>A tongue that is too crafty and too wise,<br /></span>
+<span>A tongue that is too godly and too grave,<br /></span>
+<span>A tongue that is more bitter than the tide,<br /></span>
+<span>And a kind tongue too full of drowsy love,<br /></span>
+<span>Of drowsy love and my captivity.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[SHAWN BRUIN <i>comes over to her and leads
+her to the settle.</i></p></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Do not blame me: I often lie awake<br /></span>
+<span>Thinking that all things trouble your bright head&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>How beautiful it is&mdash;such broad pale brows<br /></span>
+<span>Under a cloudy blossoming of hair!<br /></span>
+<span>Sit down beside me here&mdash;these are too old,<br /></span>
+<span>And have forgotten they were ever young.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 14 -->MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>O, you are the great door-post of this house,<br /></span>
+<span>And I the red nasturtium climbing up.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She takes</i> SHAWN'S <i>hand but looks shyly at
+the priest and lets it go</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Good daughter, take his hand&mdash;by love alone<br /></span>
+<span>God binds us to Himself and to the hearth<br /></span>
+<span>And shuts us from the waste beyond His peace,<br /></span>
+<span>From maddening freedom and bewildering light.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Would that the world were mine to give it you<br /></span>
+<span>With every quiet hearth and barren waste,<br /></span>
+<span>The maddening freedom of its woods and tides,<br /></span>
+<span>And the bewildering lights upon its hills.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Then I would take and break it in my hands<br /></span>
+<span>To see you smile watching it crumble away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Then I would mould a world of fire and dew<br /></span>
+<span>With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,<br /></span>
+<span>And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.<br /></span>
+<span>And crowd the enraptured quiet of the sky<br /></span>
+<span>With candles burning to your lonely face.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Your looks are all the candles that I need.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Once a fly dancing in a beam o' the sun,<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 15 -->Or the light wind blowing out of the dawn,<br /></span>
+<span>Could fill your heart with dreams none other knew,<br /></span>
+<span>But now the indissoluble sacrament<br /></span>
+<span>Has mixed your heart that was most proud and cold<br /></span>
+<span>With my warm heart for ever; and sun and moor,<br /></span>
+<span>Must fade and heaven be rolled up like a scroll;<br /></span>
+<span>But your white spirit still walk by my spirit.<br /></span>
+<span>For not a power in earth and heaven and hell<br /></span>
+<span>Can break this bond binding heart unto heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[A VOICE <i>sings in the distance</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Did you hear something call? O, guard me close,<br /></span>
+<span>Because I have said wicked things to-night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A VOICE (<i>close to the door</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The wind blows out of the gates of the day,<br /></span>
+<span>The wind blows over the lonely of heart<br /></span>
+<span>And the lonely of heart is withered away,<br /></span>
+<span>While the faeries dance in a place apart,<br /></span>
+<span>Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,<br /></span>
+<span>Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;<br /></span>
+<span>For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur, and sing<br /></span>
+<span>Of a land where even the old are fair,<br /></span>
+<span>And even the wise are merry of tongue;<br /></span>
+<span>But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,<br /></span>
+<span>'When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,<br /></span>
+<span>The lonely of heart must wither away!'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 16 -->MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I am right happy, and would make all else<br /></span>
+<span>Be happy too. I hear a child outside,<br /></span>
+<span>And will go bring her in out of the cold.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>He opens the door. A</i> CHILD <i>dressed in a
+green jacket with a red cap comes into
+the house</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I tire of winds and waters and pale lights!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You are most welcome. It is cold out there,<br /></span>
+<span>Who'd think to face such cold on a May Eve.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>And when I tire of this warm little house,<br /></span>
+<span>There is one here who must away, away,<br /></span>
+<span>To where the woods, the stars, and the white streams<br /></span>
+<span>Are holding a continual festival.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>O listen to her dreamy and strange talk,<br /></span>
+<span>Come to the fire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I'll sit upon your knee,<br /></span>
+<span>For I have run from where the winds are born,<br /></span>
+<span>And long-to rest my feet a little while.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She sits upon his knee</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>How pretty you are!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 17 -->MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Your hair is wet with dew!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I'll chafe your poor chilled feet.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">You must have come<br /></span>
+<span>A long long way, for I have never seen<br /></span>
+<span>Your pretty face, and must be tired and hungry;<br /></span>
+<span>Here is some bread and wine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">They are both nasty.<br /></span>
+<span>Old mother, have you nothing nice for me?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I have some honey!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She goes into the next room</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You are a dear child;<br /></span>
+<span>The mother was quite cross before you came.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[BRIDGET <i>returns with the honey, and goes
+to the dresser and fills a porringer with
+milk.</i></p></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>She is the child of gentle people; look<br /></span>
+<span>At her white hands and at her pretty dress.<br /></span>
+<span>I've brought you some new milk, but wait awhile<br /></span>
+<span>And I will put it by the fire to warm,<br /></span>
+<span>For things well fitted for poor folk like us<br /></span>
+<span>Would never please a high-born child like you.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 18 -->THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old mother, my old mother, the green dawn<br /></span>
+<span>Brightens above while you blow up the fire;<br /></span>
+<span>And evening finds you spreading the white cloth.<br /></span>
+<span>The young may lie in bed and dream and hope,<br /></span>
+<span>But you work on because your heart is old.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The young are idle.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Old father, you are wise,<br /></span>
+<span>And all the years have gathered in your heart<br /></span>
+<span>To whisper of the wonders that are gone.<br /></span>
+<span>The young must sigh through many a dream and hope,<br /></span>
+<span>But you are wise because your heart is old.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>O, who would think to find so young a child<br /></span>
+<span>Loving old age and wisdom.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[BRIDGET <i>gives her more bread and honey</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">No more, mother.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>What a small bite; The milk is ready now;<br /></span>
+<span>What a small sip!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Put on my shoes, old mother,<br /></span>
+<span>For I would like to dance now I have dined.<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 19 -->The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake,<br /></span>
+<span>And I would like to dance until the reeds<br /></span>
+<span>And the loud wind, the white wave on the shore,<br /></span>
+<span>And all the stars have danced themselves to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[BRIDGET <i>having put on her shoes, she gets
+off the old man's knees and is about to
+dance, but suddenly sees the crucifix and
+shrieks and covers her eyes</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>What is that ugly thing on the black cross?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You cannot know how naughty your words are!<br /></span>
+<span>That is Our Blessed Lord!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Hide it away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I have begun to be afraid again!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Hide it away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">That would be wickedness!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>That would be sacrilege!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">The tortured thing!<br /></span>
+<span>Hide it away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 20 -->MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Her parents are to blame.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>That is the image of the Son of God.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>[<i>The</i> CHILD <i>puts her arm round his neck
+lovingly and kisses him</i>.</p>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Hide it away! Hide it away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">No! no!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Because you are so young and little a child<br /></span>
+<span>I will go take it down.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Hide it away,<br /></span>
+<span>And cover it out of sight and out of mind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART (<i>takes it down and carries it
+towards the inner room).</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Since you have come into this barony<br /></span>
+<span>I will instruct you in our blessed faith:<br /></span>
+<span>Being a clever child you will soon learn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>(<i>To the others</i>.)</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>We must be tender with all budding things,<br /></span>
+<span>Our Maker let no thought of Calvary<br /></span>
+<span>Trouble the morning stars in their first song.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>Puts the crucifix in the inner room</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>O, what a nice, smooth floor to dance upon!<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 21 -->The wind is blowing on the waving reeds,<br /></span>
+<span>The wind is blowing on the heart of man.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She dances, swaying about like the reeds</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE (<i>to</i> SHAWN BRUIN).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Just now when she came near I thought I heard<br /></span>
+<span>Other small steps beating upon the floor,<br /></span>
+<span>And a faint music blowing in the wind&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>Invisible pipes giving her feet the time.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I heard no step but hers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Look to the bolt!<br /></span>
+<span>Because the unholy powers are abroad.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN (<i>to the</i> CHILD).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Come over here, and if you promise me<br /></span>
+<span>Not to talk wickedly of holy things<br /></span>
+<span>I'll give you something.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Bring it me, old father!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[MAURTEEN BRUIN <i>goes into the next room</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I will have queen cakes when you come to me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[MAURTEEN BRUIN <i>returns and lays a piece
+of money on the table. The</i> CHILD <i>makes
+a gesture of refusal</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 22 -->MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>It will buy lots of toys; see how it glitters!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Come, tell me, do you love me?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I love you!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Ah! but you love this fireside!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I love you.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>But you love Him above.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">She is blaspheming.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD (<i>to</i> MAIRE).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>And do you likewise love me?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I don't know.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You love that great tall fellow over there:<br /></span>
+<span>Yet I could make you ride upon the winds,<br /></span>
+<span>Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,<br /></span>
+<span>And dance upon the mountains like a flame!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Queen of the Angels and kind Saints defend us!<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 23 -->Some dreadful fate has fallen: before she came<br /></span>
+<span>The wind cried out and took the primroses.<br /></span>
+<span>And I gave milk and fire, and when she came<br /></span>
+<span>She made you hide the blessed crucifix;<br /></span>
+<span>She wears, too, the green jacket and red cap<br /></span>
+<span>Of the unholy creatures of the Raths.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You fear because of her wild, pretty prates;<br /></span>
+<span>She knows no better.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(<i>To the</i> CHILD) Child, how old are you?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>My own dear people live a long, long time,<br /></span>
+<span>So I am young; but measure by your years<br /></span>
+<span>And I am older than the eagle cock<br /></span>
+<span>Who blinks and blinks on Ballydawley Hill,<br /></span>
+<span>And he's the oldest thing under the moon.<br /></span>
+<span>At times I merely care to dance and dance&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>At times grow wiser than the eagle cock.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>What are you?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">I am of the faery people.<br /></span>
+<span>I sent my messengers for milk and fire,<br /></span>
+<span>And then I heard one call to me and came.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>They all except</i> MAIRE BRUIN <i>gather about
+the priest for protection.</i> MAIRE BRUIN
+<i>stays on the settle as if in a trance of
+terror. The</i> CHILD <i>takes primroses from
+the great bowl and begins to strew them
+between herself and the priest and about</i><!-- Page 24 -->
+MAIRE BRUIN. <i>During the following
+dialogue</i> SHAWN BRUIN <i>goes more than
+once to the brink of the primroses, but
+shrinks back to the others timidly</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I will confront this mighty spirit alone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>They cling to him and hold him back</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD (<i>while she strews the primroses</i>.)</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>No one whose heart is heavy with human tears<br /></span>
+<span>Can cross these little cressets of the wood.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Be not afraid, the Father is with us,<br /></span>
+<span>And all the nine angelic hierarchies,<br /></span>
+<span>The Holy Martyrs and the Innocents,<br /></span>
+<span>The adoring Magi in their coats of mail,<br /></span>
+<span>And He who died and rose on the third day,<br /></span>
+<span>And Mary with her seven times wounded heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>[<i>The</i> CHILD <i>ceases strewing the primroses,
+and kneels upon the settle beside</i> MAIRE
+<i>and puts her arms about her neck.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Cry daughter to the Angels and the Saints.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>You shall go with me, newly-married bride,<br /></span>
+<span>And gaze upon a merrier multitude:<br /></span>
+<span>White-armed Nuala and Ardroe the Wise,<br /></span>
+<span>Feacra of the hurtling foam, and him<br /></span>
+<span>Who is the ruler of the western host,<br /></span>
+<span>Finvarra, and their Land of Heart's Desire,<br /></span>
+<span>Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,<br /></span>
+<span>But <!-- Page 25 -->joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.<br /></span>
+<span>I kiss you and the world begins to fade.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Daughter, I call you unto home and love!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Stay, and come with me, newly-married bride,<br /></span>
+<span>For, if you hear him, you grow like the rest:<br /></span>
+<span>Bear children, cook, be mindful of the churn,<br /></span>
+<span>And wrangle over butter, fowl, and eggs,<br /></span>
+<span>And sit at last there, old and bitter of tongue,<br /></span>
+<span>Watching the white stars war upon your hopes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Daughter, I point you out the way to heaven!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>But I can lead you, newly-married bride,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,<br /></span>
+<span>Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue,<br /></span>
+<span>And where kind tongues bring no captivity,<br /></span>
+<span>For we are only true to the far lights<br /></span>
+<span>We follow singing, over valley and hill.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>By the dear name of the one crucified,<br /></span>
+<span>I bid you, Maire Bruin, come to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I keep you in the name of your own heart!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>She leaves the settle, and stooping takes
+up a mass of primroses and kisses them</i>.</p></div>
+
+<!-- Page 26 -->
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>We have great power to-night, dear golden folk<br /></span>
+<span>For he took down and hid the crucifix.<br /></span>
+<span>And my invisible brethren fill the house;<br /></span>
+<span>I hear their footsteps going up and down.<br /></span>
+<span>O, they shall soon rule all the hearts of men<br /></span>
+<span>And own all lands; last night they merrily danced<br /></span>
+<span>About his chapel belfrey! (<i>To</i> MAIRE.) Come away,<br /></span>
+<span>I hear my brethren bidding us away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I will go fetch the crucifix again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>They hang about him in terror and prevent
+him from moving.</i></p></div>
+
+<p>BRIDGET BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The enchanted flowers will kill us if you go.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAURTEEN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>They turn the flowers to little twisted flames.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The little twisted flames burn up the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I hear them call us, newly-married bride.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I will go with you.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">She is lost, alas,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 27 -->THE CHILD (<i>standing by the door</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Then, follow but the heavy body of clay,<br /></span>
+<span>And clinging mortal hope must fall from you;<br /></span>
+<span>For we who ride the winds, run on the waves,<br /></span>
+<span>And dance upon the mountains, are more light<br /></span>
+<span>Than dewdrops on the banners of the dawn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Then take my soul.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[SHAWN BRUIN <i>goes over to her</i>.</p></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Beloved, do not leave me!<br /></span>
+<span>What will my life be if you go with her?<br /></span>
+<span>Remember when I met you by the well<br /></span>
+<span>And took your hand in mine and spoke of love.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dear face! Dear voice!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Come, newly-married bride!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I always loved her world&mdash;and yet&mdash;and yet<br /></span>
+<span>I think that I would stay if I could stay.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>Sinks into his arms</i>.<br />
+</p></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD (<i>from the door</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>She calls my soul!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><!-- Page 28 -->THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Come with me, little bird!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I can hear songs and dancing!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Stay with me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Dear, I would stay&mdash;and yet and yet&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">White bird!<br /></span>
+<span>Come, little bird with crest of gold!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>MAIRE BRUIN (<i>very softly</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">And yet&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>THE CHILD.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Come, little bird with silver feet!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>SHAWN BRUIN.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Dead, dead!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>FATHER HART.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Thus do the evil spirits snatch their prey<br /></span>
+<span>Almost out of the very hand of God;<br /></span>
+<span>And day by day their power is more and more,<br /></span>
+<span>And men and women leave old paths, for pride<br /></span>
+<span><!-- Page 29 -->Comes knocking with thin knuckles on the heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A VOICE <i>sings outside</i>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The wind blows out of the gates of the day,<br /></span>
+<span>The wind blows over the lonely of heart,<br /></span>
+<span>And the lonely of heart is withered away,<br /></span>
+<span>While the faeries dance in a place apart,<br /></span>
+<span>Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,<br /></span>
+<span>Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;<br /></span>
+<span>For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing<br /></span>
+<span>Of a land where even the old are fair,<br /></span>
+<span>And even the wise are merry of tongue;<br /></span>
+<span>But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,<br /></span>
+<span>'When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,<br /></span>
+<span>The lonely of heart must wither away.'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div style="margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 25%;"><p>[<i>The song is taken up by many voices, who
+sing loudly, as if in triumph. Some of
+the voices seem to come from within the
+house.</i></p></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
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