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1898 · PDF PAGE 12

The Poem

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC, 109 PERCY. Esmé, my Esmé. And we will write our poem now together. ESME, I cannot write; we will live our poem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 9

The Poem

106 MYSTERIES : VAUGHAN. Do you find beauty in her ? PERCY. No, but I see in her history a poem, to which I trust that God will write an end. VAUGHAN. What end can come but evil ? PERCY. O! if I had no hope for her I should have none for myself. VAUGHAN, How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [ have wasted time, I have wasted love. VAUGHAN. Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Es…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

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, t…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 7

The Poem

…and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAUGHAN. But what are you doing to be alone in London ?

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1898 · PDF PAGE 17

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… a doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man. ESME. It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the bleeding with her handkerchtef.| Oh! Percy! [A pause] Oh! Percy ! : PERCY. I am going away, Esmé. I shall see you often.

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1898 · PDF PAGE 15

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…l; and it’s plain enough, I hope. PERCY. Father, I am leaving Mr. Vaughan’s house, as I shall only get him into trouble if I stay. But I will

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1898 · PDF PAGE 11

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…d. [They kiss. A iittle cloud passes across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!

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1898 · PDF PAGE 16

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… with his infesting life. BRANDON [wth sudden calmness]. This to his father! What does the Bible say, you wretch ? PERCY [fo Vaughan}. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for me a hundred times ! BRANDON [suddenly breaking from the Footmen]. Damn you; that’s your game, is it? No, you go with me, Sir Poet. [Rushing at his son, strikes. Percy, warding off the unexpected blow, staggers. Brandon, maddened by the zdea offighting, snatches up a knife and drives tt into his heart. He falls wth a low cry. Vaughan dashes forward and strikes Brandon…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 14

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… I could have finished to-night—the very last word. Something has been singing in me all day. VAUGHAN. This is a serious matter, John. I will come and speak to him. [Extt. The voices ave heard outside. BRANDON [stout, purple, “ knobbed,” and ill-tempered). Yes, sir. Either I see my son now, or I fetch ina policeman. Kidnapper! Yes, sir, that’s what I call you! Yes, sir! my name zs Brandon. And your damned name is Vaughan, sir! And I'll drag your damned name through a police-court, sir, as soon as —as—Where’s my son? [Js heard to move towards di…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 10

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…con- fused, and I woke up. I hear steps! ESME [22 corridor]. Did you call, Percy? I heard a cry as if you were in pain. | PERCY. Esmé, I will come and talk to you in the moon- light. I want to say something that I couldn’t say before, because my heart choked me. ESME. Come out, Percy, the moon is so white, looking out of the black sky. The sky is quite black near the moon; only far down where there are no more bright stars it is a deep, deep blue. It is bluer and deeper than the sea. | .

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