The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THE EQUINOX little one, star of the night, beautiful young moon over the sand—dunes [He Clasps her in his arms. LAYLAH [tone/255131]. Victory! Ay, victory is sweet. We shall feast to—night. [She shudders. SAID OMAR [seeing that all is not well]. What is it? What is it? LAYLAH. Ι have had evil dreams. SAID OMAR [to his men]. On to the houses! We must feast; we must sleepi [He takes LAYLAH on his sadai/ehem] You must sleep, whisper of the west wind! LAYLAH. I shall have evil dreams. SAID OMAR. No! you shall not sleep to—night, white fairy of Paradise, black—eyed gazelle of the wilderness! LAYLAH. Be gentle with me . . . Iache . . . Ihave been stung by a scorpion. SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter. Where is the wound? [LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg limp across the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth comes bubbling to my brim: Love and Hate are one to Him! ”] CURTAIN. 82