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…wn that is, That nor thyself nor I can ever see. Yet, so far as may be, awake, O shrine ! [She strikes the sea with her staff; the storm rises; it grows bitter dark; only their shapes are dimly seen against the dark back- ground of cloud. The scene rises.] Rupua. Break, break, O mist of morning!
9 [Maurya, /ike one in trance, rises slowly, gathers her robes about her, and descends to the altar. Reaching over it, she bends and lifts him by his outstretched arms. She puts her lips to his forehead, and he, with a deep gasp, as of one in ecstasy not to be borne, drops back, breathing deeply. She lifts her hands, and brings them slowly, very forcibly, for- ward, and says solemnly :) The Blessing of Maurya. Blessed be the House of the Servants of Maurya. Blessed be the Stones of the House. Blessed be the Tree of the House. Blessed be the Foo…
…ve been obscuring the moon; tt is now dark. A fox passes over the stage.] Crafty ! Crafty ! That is the omen. Fear not the foemen ! [She rises up.] Mine is the spoil Of the grimly toil. Gloomy, gloomy ! Ah ! but I laugh.
… stage, muttering savage runes with dismal laughter. Her words are inarticulate, when with a last Ho! Ho! the curtain falls.| [The scene rises, and we again see the stage as in Scene I. Maurya and Criospa as in the opening. Criospa is, however, absolutely calm.| Maurya. Criosda, answer ! CriospDa. I obey, having heard. Maurya. This dawn shall see me take the final flight ? CriospDa. It shall.
CRIOSDA. Hart! Ham! Har! [Maurya, startled, looks up and half rises. Then sits again, with a strange sweet smile of innocence and tenderness.]| Criospa [ Lower.] The world is borne upon thy breast Even as the rose. Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repose More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn ! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn ! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtle…