The delicate girl!
Diaphanous gossamer
Subtly revealing her
Brave breast of pearl!
Now—she's withdrawn
At dusk to the wild woods,
Mystic beatitudes
That dure till dawn.
Let life exclaim
Against these things of spirit,
Mankind that disinherit
Of love's pure fiame!
[He bends before the altar and begins to weep.
Ye household gods!
By these male tears I swear
That ye shall grant this prayer.
All things at odds
Shalt be put straight—
Harmonized, reconciled
By some appointed child
Of some far Fate!
[4 curtain has been drawn aside during this
invocation, and Axscia advances. She
smiles subtly upon him; and, giving a
strange gesture, makes one or two noise-
less steps of dancing.
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