ve but half!

    Forgael. O no!

    Dectora. And if there is,

    If t matter?

    Ill never give anot to it;

    No, no, nor ; but do not speak.

    omen are ubborn-ed,

    turned tery;

    And t is wheir lovers are afraid

    to tell tory.

    Forgael. ts not tory;

    But I  a  you,

    t it  burst.

    I  all.

    Dectora.  do I care,

    No my body o dream,

    And you o be a burning sod

    In tion and intellect?

    If somets most fabulous rue -

    If you aken me by magic spells,

    And killed a lover or  my feet -

    I  let you speak, for I would know

    t it erday and not to-day

    I loved him; I would cover up my ears,

    As I am doing now. [A pause.] hy do you weep?

    Forgael. I hing for your eyes

    But desolate ers and a battered ship.

    Dectora. O  your eyes to mine?

    Forgael. I s above,

    And not a roof of ivory and gold.

    Dectora. I he ivory roof,

    And strike th my hands.

    I  the world

    But my beloved - t night and day had perished,

    And all t is and all t is to be,

    All t is not ting of our lips.

    Forgael. You turn away. urn away?

    Am I to fear the moon

    My enemy?

    Dectora. I looked upon the moon,

    Longing to knead and pull it into shape

    t I mig on your head as a crown.

    But no is your ts t wander away,

    For you are looking at t know

    a  is to let ones t

    ander a