The Poem

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 115 When you think of me I shall always be with you. One day you will come to me, Esmé! Kiss me! Your kisses must finish my poem. One day your pen must finish it. ESME. You know I cannot write a line. Oh, how sorry I am for that ! PERCY [fo Vaughan]. Good-bye, my dear, dear friend. Take care of Esmé for me. I hall watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I fee] the voice of God come like a shudder in my blood; I must goto Him. Esmé! Esmé! Esmé! I amsohappy! y,,,, set/- [ Dees. [Bsmé fings keérsetf passionately on to the body, weeping and kissing the dead face, while all the others kneel in prayer. Curtain.