THE MUSIC (coming nearer) (coming nearer) Was Love then a liar who fashioned thy dreaming? O fair-blossomed tree, stay thy rustling—I hearken. THE MUSIC (coming nearer) (coming nearer) What wouldst thou, Pharamond? why art thou fainting? And thou diest, fair daylight, now she draweth near me! THE MUSIC (close outside) (close outside) Sleep then, O Pharamond, till her kiss shall awake thee, For, lo, here comes the sun o'er the tops of the mountains, And she with his light in her hair comes before him, As solemn and fair as the dawn of the May-tide On some isle of mid-ocean when all winds are sleeping. O worthy is she of this hour that awaits her, And the death of all doubt, and beginning of gladness Her great heart shall embrace without fear or amazement. —He sleeps, yet his heart's beating measures her footfalls; And her heart beateth too, as her feet bear her onward: Breathe gently between them, O breeze of the morning! Wind round them unthought of, sweet scent of the blossoms! Treasure up every minute of this tide of their meeting, O flower-bedecked Earth! with such tales of my triumph Is your life still renewed, and spring comes back for ever From that forge of all glory that brought forth my blessing. O welcome, Love's darling: Shall this day ever darken, Whose dawn I have dight for thy longing triumphant? A song in my mouth, then? my heart full of gladness? My feet firm on the earth, as when youth was beginning? And the rest of my early days come back to bless me?— Who hath brought me these gifts in the midst of the May-tide? What!—three days agone to the city
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