1898 · PDF PAGE 11
The Poem
…ses across the moon without dimming its brightness.] Percy! Percy! Pore. dob ERCY. My wife,my own wrfe; will you kiss me? ESME, I am too happy to kiss you!
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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 20
The Poem
…d, only that he kissed me all the night; and there was as it were a vapour, an incense- cloud, about me, and I could not see—and I am so happy. VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME, Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh, God! And we were to have been married a month to-day. . VAUGHAN. And he left the poem and could not finish it. ESME [ pointing to scattered papers on a table}, What have you been doing with those papers, father ?
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1898 · PDF PAGE 10
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…ch a bad dream. I dreamt I was straining out after a beautiful bird, and suddenly it stopped, and then I held it in my hands, and it was happy, and then I dropped down somehow into the darkness and the bird had gone—only it got so con- fused, and I woke up. I hear steps! ESME [22 corridor]. Did you call, Percy? I heard a cry as if you were in pain. | PERCY. Esmé, I will come and talk to you in the moon- light. I want to say something that I couldn’t say before, because my heart choked me. ESME. Come out, Percy, the moon is so white, looking out…
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1898 · PDF PAGE 19
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…! Esmé! it is a pity you cannot always sleep so, and never wake up to the cruel sorrow of yesterday. Ah me! When we all thought to be so happy. And in a month he would have married her: in a day he would have finished the poem. What a wonderful poem it was! One could hear, above the angels that sang, the voice of God in that awful music that made his lines quiver and shimmer like live coals. And the end was to have been so perfect: there was on the last passage of his work a hush, a silence almost as if the world—his world—awaited the voice of …
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