| (1, 2) 752 | The fire burnt low, my lord. |
| (1, 2) 754 | I shall not fear here. |
| (1, 2) 772 | My lord, at times a phantom uses this |
| (1, 2) 773 | As her abode. She has the power to suck |
| (1, 2) 774 | The life and essence from all things she meets, |
| (1, 2) 775 | To creep about the heart of men with words |
| (1, 2) 776 | And dim illusions, till her manner draws |
| (1, 2) 777 | The soul from them, as all blood-feeding beasts, |
| (1, 2) 778 | Once fixed, drain forth their poor drugged victim's life. |
| (1, 2) 780 | The power that in the darkness lives |
| (1, 2) 781 | Impalpable, is hers to lose or hold. |
| (1, 2) 782 | The mysteries that on all being brood, |
| (1, 2) 783 | Are hers to open. In the mists of night |
| (1, 2) 784 | She sits embowered, and strange thoughts surround |
| (1, 2) 785 | Her habitation. For her service wait |
| (1, 2) 786 | Wild visions ready, and fantastic dreams, |
| (1, 2) 787 | To make the circuit of the sleeping world, |
| (1, 2) 788 | And breathe their formless and suggestive speech |
| (1, 2) 789 | To souls that slumber. |
| (1, 2) 796 | Lanval. |
| (1, 2) 800 | Have no fear. |
| (1, 2) 806 | Nay, I shall not harm |
| (1, 2) 807 | Aught of thy being. Come, touch me if thou wilt; |
| (1, 2) 808 | No need of steel, for that will hurt me not. |
| (1, 2) 814 | But I do know thee well, |
| (1, 2) 815 | For I am flesh or spirit as I please, |
| (1, 2) 816 | For some incarnate in this woman's shape, |
| (1, 2) 817 | For some the fear and terror of deep glades, |
| (1, 2) 818 | For some the flame invisible that drifts |
| (1, 2) 819 | Out of the night, that fires the soul of men |
| (1, 2) 820 | To seek the strangeness of all wild desire. |
| (1, 2) 823 | Nay, fear me not. |
| (1, 2) 826 | Do I |
| (1, 2) 827 | So trouble thee? I come but from my place |
| (1, 2) 828 | To taste the fever of this sickly earth, |
| (1, 2) 829 | And also — |
| (1, 2) 831 | I have come too close |
| (1, 2) 832 | Unto this world. My being has been snared |
| (1, 2) 833 | Into its uses. |
| (1, 2) 835 | Is there need |
| (1, 2) 836 | To ask of me? Nay, Lanval, I have come |
| (1, 2) 837 | Out of the quiet of the middle world |
| (1, 2) 838 | To plead with thee, I, Triamour, |
| (1, 2) 839 | One of the daughters of the middle world. |
| (1, 2) 842 | There is a world as well, |
| (1, 2) 843 | That lies so close unto your being's self, |
| (1, 2) 844 | Is so entwined amid your secret thoughts, |
| (1, 2) 845 | That its existence is not known of you. |
| (1, 2) 846 | This is the vapour that doth shelter man |
| (1, 2) 847 | Lest he be scorched by the fierce heat of truth. |
| (1, 2) 849 | Speak not of it, but say |
| (1, 2) 850 | I came not vainly! |
| (1, 2) 852 | That I do love thee? Look into mine eyes, |
| (1, 2) 853 | And say if malice or deception lie |
| (1, 2) 854 | In ambush there! |
| (1, 2) 856 | Am I then |
| (1, 2) 857 | Not fair enough? |
| (1, 2) 861 | Thou wilt not hear me? |
| (1, 2) 865 | I am shamed. Unkind |
| (1, 2) 866 | Thou art and cruel. {She moves away. } |
| (1, 2) 871 | Farewell! |
| (1, 2) 872 | My own state waits me. |
| (1, 2) 875 | But by mine aid alone; |
| (1, 2) 876 | And since no pleasure or sweet feeling comes |
| (1, 2) 877 | Of this my presence, let us be apart. |
| (1, 2) 879 | We shall meet no more |
| (1, 2) 880 | At any time! |
| (1, 2) 891 | This is no constancy, |
| (1, 2) 892 | To spurn me first and then implore mine aid. |
| (1, 2) 893 | Have care, Sir Lanval, this is no slight quest; |
| (1, 2) 894 | And slender souls that are not steeled of love, |
| (1, 2) 895 | May fail their entry and be ever lost |
| (1, 2) 896 | In the cold void that lies about these gates. |
| (1, 2) 897 | Art thou my knight, sworn to my services? |
| (1, 2) 901 | Bear witness to it, dreams, |
| (1, 2) 902 | All evil hauntings that infest the air! |
| (1, 2) 903 | Now shall remorse and foul disaster watch, |
| (1, 2) 904 | And blasting visions hang upon thy course. |
| (1, 2) 905 | See that thou fail not. |
| (1, 2) 907 | Look on the world, for it may be henceforth |
| (1, 2) 908 | Thou shalt not see it. Bid the earth farewell |
| (1, 2) 909 | And all its usage. |
| (1, 2) 914 | Ours is a better and a stranger world, |
| (1, 2) 915 | Its gates swing open in the darkling hours |
| (1, 2) 916 | Upon the path of perfumes of the night. |
| (1, 2) 917 | Harken, ye wardens of the middle world, |
| (1, 2) 918 | Spirits of flame that stand at this world's edge — |
| (1, 2) 919 | A soul would enter! Let me touch thine eyes |
| (1, 2) 920 | And put the fabric of this world away, |
| (1, 2) 921 | A time-worn garment to be cast aside |
| (1, 2) 922 | On such a moment. Come, it is the hour! |
| (2, 1) 993 | Go! Speed you, shadows! Come not near to us, |
| (2, 1) 994 | For we are ringed with virtues, and your ends |
| (2, 1) 995 | Call not to them. Sweet dusk of dreams be close, |
| (2, 1) 996 | Let no red thinking thread our pleasant hours |
| (2, 1) 997 | With strands of riot. |
| (2, 1) 1000 | The clouds are passing. |
| (2, 1) 1003 | Is there a difference |
| (2, 1) 1004 | Already? |
| (2, 1) 1008 | Has it changed my face? |
| (2, 1) 1009 | Or form? |
| (2, 1) 1014 | Think not of it. This state |
| (2, 1) 1015 | Is flamed and tinctured by the mind of man, |
| (2, 1) 1016 | Who sees it not. Gross motion makes us storms, |
| (2, 1) 1017 | Blue, hanging thunder and swart shadowing: |
| (2, 1) 1018 | And gentle peace breeds us a gentler moon. |
| (2, 1) 1019 | We have our nights when reeling man goes down |
| (2, 1) 1020 | To savagery: then from the striving birth |
| (2, 1) 1021 | Comes amber dawn. |
| (2, 1) 1025 | A sun is setting now. |
| (2, 1) 1026 | Man has his seasons as the natural earth, |
| (2, 1) 1027 | High-hearted springs, calm, open summer times, |
| (2, 1) 1028 | Wherein he weaves his kingdoms and his thoughts, |
| (2, 1) 1029 | And hopeless autumn, when his fabrics fall |
| (2, 1) 1030 | Before the onset of the wolfish winds. |
| (2, 1) 1031 | Then shrinking days die out in such a glare |
| (2, 1) 1032 | As we can see. |
| (2, 1) 1034 | Rome was its summer. These reflected fires |
| (2, 1) 1035 | Foretell a winter. |
| (2, 1) 1037 | In peace |
| (2, 1) 1038 | We'll mark the season of man's brute despair, |
| (2, 1) 1039 | And see its beauty. From the tumbled shreds |
| (2, 1) 1040 | And rotting squalor of enfeebled years, |
| (2, 1) 1041 | We'll patiently await the wondrous birth |
| (2, 1) 1042 | Of a new spring. |
| (2, 1) 1045 | This is the quiet land: |
| (2, 1) 1046 | The ever-restful pleasaunce of sweet ghosts, |
| (2, 1) 1047 | The lawn and arbour of the gentle folk, |
| (2, 1) 1048 | It needs no knowledge. |
| (2, 1) 1050 | Here all space |
| (2, 1) 1051 | Is but a dream; all life a vision; time, |
| (2, 1) 1052 | A thing unknown. |
| (2, 1) 1054 | Here thought needs not expression for its use, |
| (2, 1) 1055 | And souls rend not their substance in the war |
| (2, 1) 1056 | They wage with silence, but exist in peace. |
| (2, 1) 1057 | Here sleep the old ambitions and lost loves, |
| (2, 1) 1058 | And from the wrack of lives in anguish spent, |
| (2, 1) 1059 | Souls spring like flowers; for here is nothing gross, |
| (2, 1) 1060 | The very essence and material |
| (2, 1) 1061 | Of this existence are in phantasies. |
| (2, 1) 1062 | For there is nothing coarser than a dream |
| (2, 1) 1063 | In all the regions of the middle world. |
| (2, 1) 1065 | In such a shape I chose thee from the world. |
| (2, 1) 1066 | I would not change it. |
| (2, 1) 1069 | Am I so much |
| (2, 1) 1070 | That I am feared? |
| (2, 1) 1076 | O love of mine, be still. |
| (2, 1) 1077 | Man grows from man: in time from man shall grow |
| (2, 1) 1078 | The gods again. Meantime, is there a state |
| (2, 1) 1079 | Of greater pleasure and content contrived |
| (2, 1) 1080 | In the dull broodings of the fettered earth |
| (2, 1) 1081 | Than this we look on? |
| (2, 1) 1083 | Here, like the gods, shall we immortal watch |
| (2, 1) 1084 | Eternal change: see the free spirits stride |
| (2, 1) 1085 | To vaster issues, and conception breed |
| (2, 1) 1086 | Fairness on fairness; we shall view the souls |
| (2, 1) 1087 | Who rest in patience rising like the mists |
| (2, 1) 1088 | When as God's trumpets cry the call to life. |
| (2, 1) 1089 | Will you not thank me? I have striven much |
| (2, 1) 1090 | To do thy pleasure. |
| (2, 1) 1092 | Why so? |
| (2, 1) 1097 | Nay — Lanval — |
| (2, 1) 1108 | And my poor judgment — is it nothing worth? |
| (2, 1) 1109 | I, who have tested, tricked and played with man, |
| (2, 1) 1110 | Have I no wisdom? |
| (2, 1) 1112 | And yet I drew thee from a million shapes |
| (2, 1) 1113 | And forms of being. I am satisfied. |
| (2, 1) 1117 | Dost thou not serve me |
| (2, 1) 1118 | And my commandments? |
| (2, 1) 1120 | Why then |
| (2, 1) 1121 | Misdoubt my judgment? |
| (2, 1) 1132 | Here's a flame indeed, |
| (2, 1) 1133 | For one who lately did abjure the world, |
| (2, 1) 1134 | I think, for me! |
| (2, 1) 1140 | Tired so soon? Do I then weary thee? |
| (2, 1) 1141 | It is my presence brings this restlessness. |
| (2, 1) 1142 | Well, I'll be kindly, and for remedy |
| (2, 1) 1143 | Of this distraction leave you to yourself. |
| (2, 1) 1145 | Thou dost not love me. |
| (2, 1) 1153 | So I will. Be frank. |
| (2, 1) 1154 | What troubles thee? |
| (2, 1) 1156 | Have the cold phantoms of the foolish world |
| (2, 1) 1157 | Still hold on thee? Come! these are but the pangs |
| (2, 1) 1158 | And fearful wonder of strange happenings. |
| (2, 1) 1159 | Soon thou shalt slough the vesture of thy form |
| (2, 1) 1160 | As doth the snake in spring. Such little things |
| (2, 1) 1161 | Are wrapped like rags about all little souls, |
| (2, 1) 1162 | That the vile texture of their garment makes |
| (2, 1) 1163 | Beggars of men. But we'll be free of this, |
| (2, 1) 1164 | And in affection watch while circling years |
| (2, 1) 1165 | Drift like the vultures. Empires are to us |
| (2, 1) 1166 | But huge flushed clouds, and manners but the change |
| (2, 1) 1167 | From sleet to sunlight. Here is happiness, |
| (2, 1) 1168 | And peace, untinctured of perverted thoughts |
| (2, 1) 1169 | That bring contrition. |
| (2, 1) 1174 | I will bring to thee |
| (2, 1) 1175 | Spirits of every fashion, and strange souls |
| (2, 1) 1176 | In whose communion discontent shall die, |
| (2, 1) 1177 | Since I am not enough. |
| (2, 1) 1180 | Lanval, tell me, then, |
| (2, 1) 1181 | What is this sickness? |
| (2, 1) 1194 | What is this? |
| (2, 1) 1218 | Listen, there's no fault |
| (2, 1) 1219 | In anything except in ignorance. |
| (2, 1) 1220 | The fault was mine. Nay, hear me; thou hast heard |
| (2, 1) 1221 | The horns of action, and beheld the souls |
| (2, 1) 1222 | That God has fettered. |
| (2, 1) 1224 | Such souls |
| (2, 1) 1225 | As have been clasped too firm in earthly bonds; |
| (2, 1) 1226 | Strange lives that sprang in unauspicious days, |
| (2, 1) 1227 | And being baulked of their short-lived desire, |
| (2, 1) 1228 | Do restless surge against their impotence. |
| (2, 1) 1229 | They scorn the favour of this subtle world; |
| (2, 1) 1230 | Death quenched their fire and not experience, |
| (2, 1) 1231 | And so encircled of their own dead aims, |
| (2, 1) 1232 | They wander waiting for new times to dawn. |
| (2, 1) 1234 | The call of life; for none |
| (2, 1) 1235 | Can feel this presence who is not enforced |
| (2, 1) 1236 | To like attainment. |
| (2, 1) 1238 | Aye! mine's the fault! I took a shallow grief, |
| (2, 1) 1239 | A sulking sorrow, for full man's despair; |
| (2, 1) 1240 | Baulked vanity, for clean disheartened pride; |
| (2, 1) 1241 | And a child hindered, for a tortured soul. |
| (2, 1) 1246 | I blame thee not, |
| (2, 1) 1247 | Naught but myself. Now, Lanval, arm and go! |
| (2, 1) 1248 | Go hence! The impulse of thy life is strong; |
| (2, 1) 1249 | Go out from fairness, peace, and gentle love, |
| (2, 1) 1250 | Into the clouded passion of the earth; |
| (2, 1) 1251 | The sombre struggle of fate-ridden hours, |
| (2, 1) 1252 | The grey injustice and the thousand shapes, |
| (2, 1) 1253 | Wherein the brute shows like a beggar wrapped |
| (2, 1) 1254 | In rags of soul. |
| (2, 1) 1256 | Go now, |
| (2, 1) 1257 | And swiftly. {She turns away.} |
| (2, 1) 1271 | Wilt thou not understand? |
| (2, 1) 1272 | Can I, a daughter of the middle world, |
| (2, 1) 1273 | Brook rivalry? Nay, I am not for one |
| (2, 1) 1274 | Who has not found the saltness of desire; |
| (2, 1) 1275 | But for a being who has much endured, |
| (2, 1) 1276 | Has rent the garment of his vanity, |
| (2, 1) 1277 | Made ashes of ambition, and come free |
| (2, 1) 1278 | Of common striving. But I blame thee not. |
| (2, 1) 1279 | Go to the world, and I will watch on thee, |
| (2, 1) 1280 | And bring thee honour and accomplishment, |
| (2, 1) 1281 | With this condition, that thou speak no word |
| (2, 1) 1282 | Of me or of our meeting. Swear to me |
| (2, 1) 1283 | Thou wilt remember. |
| (2, 1) 1288 | See how they envy thee, |
| (2, 1) 1289 | Whom thou hast envied. Nay, it must be so; |
| (2, 1) 1290 | None live within this strange environment |
| (2, 1) 1291 | But those whose purpose serves some single end, |
| (2, 1) 1292 | Whose souls acknowledge some plain mastery. |
| (2, 1) 1297 | Remember this, |
| (2, 1) 1298 | Our meeting is more sacred than belief, |
| (2, 1) 1299 | And evil fortune will attend the day |
| (2, 1) 1300 | Thou speakest of it. |
| (2, 1) 1303 | The sullen grasp of earth. |
| (2, 1) 1305 | Pass now and swiftly, for my heart is wrung. |
| (2, 1) 1306 | If Powers may hear me, let thy ways be fair! |
| (2, 1) 1307 | Swart phantoms, clad in habit of cold pride, |
| (2, 1) 1308 | Who drive men's souls relentless to dark ends, |
| (2, 1) 1309 | How strange are ye! Out of accomplishment |
| (2, 1) 1310 | Can come but grief, out of endeavour pain. |
| (2, 1) 1311 | Closed be these gates. Earth comes to earth again. |
| (4, 2) 3909 | Lanval! |
| (4, 2) 3913 | Why? Art thou not content |
| (4, 2) 3914 | With all the honours, merits and rewards |
| (4, 2) 3915 | The world doth give thee? |
| (4, 2) 3933 | Is it not pleasant — man's acknowledgment? |
| (4, 2) 3934 | Surely all love thee for thine excellence! |
| (4, 2) 3937 | So the same shame that drove thee from mine arms, |
| (4, 2) 3938 | Still dogs thy courses? |
| (4, 2) 3950 | There is no more to learn; |
| (4, 2) 3951 | The world has done with all thy services. |
| (4, 2) 3953 | This time is dying. Listen to the call! |
| (4, 2) 3954 | Insurgent peoples waken from their sleep — |
| (4, 2) 3955 | Race, tribe and nation. In the flux of war |
| (4, 2) 3956 | All old ordainments spin to their decease. |
| (4, 2) 3957 | I did not blame thee or reproach thy choice, |
| (4, 2) 3958 | When thy disdain preferred the world to me, |
| (4, 2) 3959 | And I change not. I know no fickleness, |
| (4, 2) 3960 | But have in patience hungered for this hour, |
| (4, 2) 3961 | All the old offrance of a state of peace |
| (4, 2) 3962 | Awaits thee still. Ah, Lanval, I have loved, |
| (4, 2) 3963 | And been so patient. |
| (4, 2) 3971 | Wilt leave me? |
| (4, 2) 3974 | If thou canst leave me now, |
| (4, 2) 3975 | We shall not meet at any time again, |
| (4, 2) 3976 | But part for ever. Each shall sink at last |
| (4, 2) 3977 | Into the gulf of uncreated things, |
| (4, 2) 3978 | And have no knowledge of the other's end. |
| (4, 2) 3979 | Thou hast forgotten — |
| (4, 2) 3984 | Geraint is dead. |
| (4, 2) 3991 | Choose, then, the time is short. |
| (4, 2) 3992 | Geraint is dead, slain by thy foolishness; |
| (4, 2) 3993 | This battle lost. |
| (4, 2) 3995 | He's far, |
| (4, 2) 3996 | He will not come. Choose! Be with me or die, |
| (4, 2) 3997 | And let our love immediate be dissolved. |
| (4, 2) 3998 | The gates are closing. Wilt thou hold the world? |
| (4, 2) 4006 | Now, Lanval, in this kiss |
| (4, 2) 4007 | Lies the best boon the spirit gives to man. |
| (4, 2) 4008 | Come swift, the gates swing in upon thy soul; |
| (4, 2) 4009 | Give me thy being. |
| (4, 2) 4011 | Then I |
| (4, 2) 4012 | Give thee the last! the kindest gift of all — |
| (4, 2) 4013 | Release! |