So that all might have gone the olden way.

Guin. Oh that this night might never pass away,

We and this garden here forever stay,

Yon rising moon forever hold her crest

Above the fringéd peace of yonder West,

These roses ever perfumed petals cast,

So that our love in its glad youth might last;

No bleak to-morrows with their Arthurs come,

With evil waking to a sombre doom;

No age, like autumn, wrinkling to decays,

Filled with sad hauntings of gone yesterdays.

[Curtain.

ACT II.

SCENE I.—The forest of Bracliande.

Enter Merlin and Vivien.

Merlin

Vivien

Merlin. Tarry we here, for I am fain for rest.

[sinks down.

Oh mighty Slumber, sweet Oblivion,

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