Where love is come

(Ah, love is come indeed!)

Our limbs are numb

Before his fiery need;

With all their glad

Rapture of speech unsaid,

Before his fiery lips

Our lips are mute and dumb.

Ah, sound of reed,

Ah, flute and trumpet wail,

Ah, joy decreed—

The fringes of her veil

Are seared and white;

Across the flare of light,

Blinded the torches fail.

(Ah, love is come indeed!)

At the end of the song, the torches flicker out and the figures are no longer distinguishable in the darkness. They pass out like shadows. The purple curtain hangs black and heavy.

The music dies away and is finally cut short with a few deep, muted chords.

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