h.

    Dectora. t is not true, for he has promised me

    An unimaginable happiness.

    Aibric. And if t han dreams,

    More t-whirl,

    t I t is,

    It sry of the dead,

    If try.

    Dectora. No, not there,

    But in some island whe world

    Leaps upreams o the world

    o one fountain.

    Aibric. Speak to him.

    aking you to death;

    Speak -  deny it.

    Dectora. Is t true?

    Forgael. I do not knoain, but I know.

    t I  of pilots.

    Aibric. Shadows, illusions,

    t the Ever-laughing Ones,

    tal Mockers  into his mind,

    Or called before his eyes.

    Dectora. O carry me

    to some sure country, some familiar place.

    everyt life can give

    In her?

    Forgael.

    If I refused ts

    its and all t crying out?

    Dectora. But I will cover up your eyes and ear?,

    t you may never he birds,

    Or look upon them.

    Forgael. ere t lowlier

    Id do your  too oo high.

    Dectora. Being too heir heady prophecies

    But  come to nothing,

    Because  proud, imperishable,

    Alone and winged.

    Forgael. Our love sheirs

    their changeless image on.

    Dectora. I am a  every breath.

    Aibric. Let tter, for tree is broken,

    And to the Sailors.]

    to ther ship,

    And I  the rope

    o this man here,

    For neither I nor any living man

    ill look upon his face again.

    [t.]

    Forgael