A Dramati

        t s t of tage is t,

        deal of the sky and sea

        on t side. tiller is at t of tage; it is a long oar

        ing the deck rises in a

        series of steps iller, and tern of the ship curves

        overhe

        deck. Aibric stands by tiller. Fael sleeps upon the raised

        portion of to of tage. two Sailors

        are standio t, on which a harp is hanging.

        First Sailor.    led us into te seas

        For long enough?

        Sed Sailor. Aye, long and long enough.

        First Sailor. e    e upon a shore or ship

        these dozen weeks.

        Sd Sailor. And I    to make

        A good round Sum upon turn -

        For I am getting on in life - to something

        t han robbery.

        First Sailor. I am so tired of being bachelor

        I could give all my    to t Red Moll

        t    the one eye.

        Sed Sailor. o bec

        transform to women

        t I may drown myself?

        First Sailor. Better steer home,

        ter still

        to take him while he sleeps and carry him

        And drop he gunnel.

        Sed Sailor. I dare not do it.

        eret not t there is magi his harp,

        I    w

        Strange creatures flutter up before ones eyes,

        Or cry about ones ears.

        First Sailor. Noto fear.

        Sed Sailor. Do you remember w

        galley

        At the full moon?

        First Sailor. .

        Sed Sailor. Until t; and when I looked

        ed, I could see a bird

        Like a grey gull upon t of each.

        hey rose hurriedly,

        And after cirg range cries awhile

        Fleime sihen

        Ive ling overhe wind.

        First Sailor. I sa night as well as you.

        But wen and drunk myself asleep

        My ce came again.

        Sed Sailor. But ts not all.

        t, w,

        A beautiful young man and girl came up

        In a he look

        Of t are alive for ever and ever.

        First Sailor. I saoo, one night. Fael was

        playing,

        And tening the sail.

        see t I    my hands

        to grasp the woman.

        Sed Sailor. You o touch her?

        First Sailor. O s a shadow, and slipped from

        me.

        Sed Sailor. But    afraid?

        First Sailor. hy should I fear?

        Sed Sailor. "the wandering

        lovers,

        to whom all lovers pray.

        First Sailor. But ?

        A s carry sword or spear.

        Sed Sailor. My motold me t t one

        Of the Ever-living half so dangerous

        As t wild Aengus. Long before her day

        he carried Edain off from a kings house,

        And s of jeone

        And in a to day

        ed every man ts not in love,

        And o him.

        First Sailor. I have heard

        e seafarers as es

        Peaceable men t s the wind away,

        Ao the one weary marriage-bed.

        Sed Sailor. I t ,

        And drags he sea,

        First Sailor ell,    or none,

        Id dro.

        Sed Sailor. Its certain Id sleep easier o nights

        If    wain,

        Judge of tars, and find a course for us?

        First Sailor. Ive t of t. e must have Aibric

        h us,

        For ars as well as Fael.

        [Going towards Aibric.]

        Bee our captain, Aibric. I am resolved

        to make an end of Fael while he sleeps.

        t a man but

        is over, nor oo grumble at us.

        Aibric. You aken pay and made your bargain for it.

        First Sailood is this hard way of

        living,

        Unless we drain more flagons in a year

        And kiss more lips ting peaceable men

        In troop

        And take tains shing

        And bring us into populous seas again?

        Aibric. Be of your troop! Aibric be one of you

        And Fael in ther scale! kill Fael,

        And er from my childhood up!

        If you    s of its scabbard

        Ill give my answer.

        First Sailor. You have awakened him.

        [to Sed Sailor.]

        ed better go, for his ce.

        [t.]

        Fael. he birds passed us? I could hear your

        voice,

        But thers.

        Aibric. I hing pass.

        Fael. Youre certain of it? I never wake from sleep

        But t I am afraid they may have passed,

        For ts. If I lost them

        Straying too far into th,

        Id never e upon the happiness

        t    seen them

        t t be many

        Dying at every moment in the world,

        And flying toheir peace.

        Aibric. Put by ts,

        And listen to me for a whe sailors

        Are plotting for your death.

        Fael.    given

        More rico find?

        And no follow, while I seek

        t    my fancy.

        Aibric.    rice sea

        s alive

        those man-headed birds,

        Kno for the worlds end?

        Fael. he world ends

        t finds

        Miracle, ecstasy, the impossible hope,

        tone under all, the fire of fires,

        ts of the world.

        Aibric. Shadows before now

        ravellers mad for t.

        Fael. Do you, too, doubt me? heir

        plot?

        Aibrio, no, do not say t. You kno well

        t I    a    you.

        Fael. ,

        Being as doubtful?

        Aibric. I er

        too many years to lift a    you.

        Fael. Maybe it is but natural to doubt me.

        Youve never kno,

        A melanc a cup of wine,

        A lucky battle, or a womans kiss

        Could not amend.

        Aibric. I s enough.

        Fael. If you will give me all your mind awhile -

        All, all, ttom of the bowl -

        Ill s I am made differently,

        t not but ters,

        s of the world -

        do you call it? - t old promise-breaker,

        tueller t es whispering,

        "You will have all you have wished for when you have

        earned

        Land for your c.-

        And w we are no happier,

        Because of t old draughe door,

        Or creaky s the end of all

        ter off the fool,

        t never did a urn? Aibric! Aibric!

        e he Ever-living

        Breathe world

        And t h ivory hands and sigh,

        And find ter ser to taste

        For t brief sighing.

        Aibric. If you had loved some woman -

        Fael. You say t also? You he voices,

        For t is he shadows -

        Aengus and Edain, te wanderers,

        And all t it must be love

        As t. Nos out;

        For it is love t I am seeking for,

        But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind

        t is not in the world.

        Aibrid yet the world

        iful o please every man.

        Fael. But    gets ter the fashion

        "Loves in brief longing and deceiving hope

        And bodily tenderness, and finds t even

        t in tion

        o be the giver of all peace,

        Is no more tasting,

        And as soon finished.

        Aibric. All t ever loved

        her way.

        Fael. Yet hey

        believed t hand,

        And almost    because t find it.

        Aibric. y years; in middle life

        take a kiss for h,

        Ahe dream go by.

        Fael. Its not a dream,

        But ty t makes our passion

        As a lamp she sun.

        ting for

        Must be substantial somewhere.

        Aibric. I he Druids

        Mutter suce.

        It may be t t -

        No mortal .

        Fael. Yes; if they give us help.

        Aibric. tting you as t

        t ell his fellows

        t    upon the hills,

        Riding to tle-

        ithe Ever-living.

        Fael.    if ruth,

        And for a dozen

        Of t more powerful life?

        Aibric, ter.

        seen him lying like a log,

        Or fumbling in a dream about the house?

        And if ster of wild riders,

        S it    t-horse coughing

        t set o the fancy.

        Fael. All would be well

        Could    give us he dreams,

        A into t to the sense

        Is s linger chedly

        Among substantial t is dreams

        t lift us to the flowing, ging world

        t t longs for.    is love itself,

        Even t be test of light love,

        But dreams t he world

        to make low laug and drink,

        t but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,

        Could    mix ourselves into a dream,

        Not in its image on the mirror!

        Aibric. hile

        ere in ts impossible.

        Fael. A I ot theyre leading me

        to deat promised to me love

        As t    outlive t,

        otal life gat seemed,

        Into t teachers.

        Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave -

        Youd never doubt t it hey promised

        o face as I did,

        it,

        And having such wide-open, shining eyes.

        Aibric. Its certain to death.

        t never lived,

        kasy. Fael! Fael!

        the man-headed birds,

        And you old me t their journey lies

        tory of the dead.

        Fael.    matter

        If I am going to my deathere,

        Or somewhey have

        promised.

        t mu. I shall find a woman.

        One of think -

        One of the Laughing People - and she and I

        S upon a pla the worlds core,

        o be a g,

        Like charmed apples made of chrysoprase,

        Or ce;

        And t and sense,

        Bee one movement, energy, delight,

        Until thened moon is dead.

        [A number of Sailors entcr hurriedly.]

        First Sailor. Look t! a ship of spice!

        And    on her!

        Sed Sailor. e    known

        But for the ambergris and sandalwood.

        First Sailor. NO; but opoponax and amon.

        Fael [taking tiller from Aibric]. the Ever-living have

        kept my bargain for me,

        And paid you on the nail.

        Aibric. take up t rope

        to make    while lundering her.

        First Sailor. there is a king and queen upon her deck,

        And whers.

        Aibric. Speak loheyll hear.

        First Sailor. t hear;

        too busy her. Look!

        ooped down and kissed he lips.

        Sed Sailor.    er men

        aboard

        S be too sorry in the end.

        First Sailor. S; for these queens

        Care more about the kegs of silver and gold

        And t e to them in marriage,

        trong body and a ready hand.

        Sed Sailor. tural but a robber,

        And t is ters about

        Upon its bandy legs.

        Aibric. Run at them now,

        And overpo asleep!

        [t.]

        <1[Voices and the

        ot be seen because of the sail.]

        A Voice. Armed men have e upon us! O I am slain!

        Another Voice. ake all below!

        Another Voice. hy have you broken our sleep?

        First Voice. Armed men have e upon us! O I am

        slain!

        Fael [iller]. they

        e! Gull, ga, or diver,

        But h a mans head, or a fair womans,

        thead awhile

        to    t wheir friends have

        e

        t secret heirs.

        One - and one - a couple - five together;

        And I e.

        Yes, voices! but I do not catche words.

        Now I     says,

        " we are, now we are co birds!

        Anot;Maybe we shall find

        Our s desire no .

        And ther how he died,

        And says, "A sword-blade pierced me in my sleep.-

        And nohey all wheel suddenly and fly

        to the air.

        And noh a womans head

        dGmes g, "I he sword.

        I o my beloved in the air,

        In te of t we may wander

        Among the dawn.

        But ing? whey

        Cirg and cirg over thead?

        po is more mighan desire

        to o their hidden happiness

        ithe Ever-living Ones

        A meaning in t cirg overhead?

        But .] hy do you

        lihere?

        o your desire,

        Are you not happy winged bodies now?

        [his voice sinks again.]

        Being too busy in the high air,

        t    he meaning?

        <1[turned. Dectora is hem.]

        Fael [turning and seeing ;1 anding

        h your eyes upon me?

        You are not the worlds core. O no, no, no!

        t ot be the birds.

        You are not its core. My teethe world,

        But    bitte.

        Dectora. I am a queen,

        And ask for satisfa upon these

        ho have slain my husband and laid hands upon me.

        [Breaking loose from the Sailors who are holding her.]

        Let go my hands!

        Fael.    a shadow?

        you to this

        place?

        t send me o casts a shadow.

        Dectora. ould t torm t overthrew my ships,

        And droreasures of nine quered nations,

        And bleing sorrow,

        , bei alive,

        I ask a fitting punis for all

        t raised t him.

        Fael. there are some

        t weige seas -

        t s in life,

        And all t prophesying images

        Made of dim gold rave out i tombs;

        t t the plans of kings and queens

        But laugears - lauger, and tears;

        t every man should carry his own soul

        Upon his shoulders.

        Dectora. Youve not wild words,

        And I would know if you will give me vengeance.

        Fael.    I    let her go -

        .

        Dectora.    is it t you are muttering -

        t youll not let me go? I am a queen.

        Fael. Altiful than any,

        I almost long t it were possible;

        But if I o put you on t ship,

        it o do your will,

        And you had spread a sail for home, a wind

        ould rise of a sudden, or a wave so huge

        It ars and put t,

        Ahe bulwark of your ship on mine,

        Until you stood before me on the deck -

        As now.

        Dectora. Does e seas

        And listening to the cry of wind and wave

        Bring madness?

        Fael. Queen, I am not mad.

        Dectora. Yet say

        t unimagiorms of wind and wave

        ould rise against me.

        Fael. No, I am not mad -

        If it be not t hearing messages

        From lasting c outlive the moon,

        At t quiet midnigo be stri.

        Dectora. And did tcake me

        captive?

        Fael. Botaken in t.

        It    plucked the winds awake

        And blew you hs have

        promised

        I sal fashion;

        And for they gave me my old harp

        t is more mighe sun and moon,

        Or ti of tars,

        t none migake you from me.

        <1Dectora [first trembling back from t whe harp is,

        and t;1 For a moment

        Your raving of a message and a harp

        More migars roubled me,

        But all ts raving. here    pel

        ter and ter of kings

        to be his bedfellow?

        Fael. Until your lips

        kiss them.

        Dectora. My    my feet,

        A you talk of love.

        Fael. t of time

        Is s one does

        One moment    upon t

        t folloer.

        Dectora. I uand you now.

        You    of wicked sound

        rung from the sea -

        A magic t    call a demon up,

        Until my body give you kiss for kiss.

        Fael. Your soul she kiss.

        Dectora. I am not afraid,

        o run into a noose

        Or o dro I h words,

        And I would o my face

        And kno it is fearless.

        Fael. Do w you will,

        For her I nor you    break a mesh

        Of t golde is about us.

        Dectora. ts h a

        fear.

        <1[Sands for a moment looking into

        ;1

        I    t.

        [So t of the poop.]

        And now

        I    put fear away as a queen should.

        <1[Ss on to turns towards

        Fael.]>1

        Fool, fool! Alto my face

        You do not see my purpose. I shall have gone

        Before a ouch me.

        Fael [folding ill;

        t you will,

        You ot leap out of t.

        First Sailor. o drown, for, if you will pardon

        us

        And measure out a course and bring us home,

        ell put to death.

        Dectora. I promise it.

        First Sailor. to take his side.

        Aibric. I am on his side,

        Ill strike a blow five ime

        to cast his dreams away.

        <1[Aibric goes in front of Fael h drawn sword. For-

        gael takes t;1

        First Sailor. No ot.

        <1[throw Aibri one side. he falls and lies

        upon t to strike Fael,>1

        <1o play tage begins to

        darken. tate in fear.]

        Sed Sailt;1    a sudden darkness over the

        moon.

        Dectora. Nine sh handles of rhinoceros horn

        to    strikes !

        First Sailor. I rike .

        <1[ael ed.]

        [S t moon out

        of the sky,

        And carries it between us.

        Sed Sailor. holy fire

        to burn us to trike.

        Dectora. Ill give a golden galley full of fruit,

        t he heady flavour of new wine,

        to    h.

        First Sailor. Ill do it.

        For all his spells will vanish when he dies,

        heir life in him.

        Sed Sailor. t be the moon

        t here,

        I rike at him.

        thers. And I! And I! And I!

        [Fael plays the harp.]

        First Sailor [falling into a dream suddenly. But you were

        saying there is somebody

        Upon t oto wake.

        You did not know w brougo his end,

        But it was sudden.

        Sed Sailor. You are in t;

        I ten t    go wake him.

        Dectora. he air,

        A you dreaming.

        Sed Sailor. how    we have a wake

        her brown nor yellow ale?

        First Sailor. I saw a flagon of brown ale aboard her.

        t do not

        know

        o call him by?

        First Sailor. e to his ship.

        o our ts in a minute.

        I kno housand years ago,

        And    yet been waked.

        Sed Sailor [beginning to keen]. Ohone! O! O! O!

        to two,

        And all ttered.

        All the Sailors. O! O! O! O!

        [t keening.]

        Dectora. Protect me no my people swear by.

        <1[Aibric he deck where he had fallen. he

        ;1

        Aibric.    fell out of my hand

        is!

        <1[o Dectora runs at

        it and takes it up before .]>1

        Aibric [sleepily]. Queen, give it me.

        Dectora. No, I .

        Aibric.    you may keep it.

        No ,

        For everything is gone.

        A Sailor [calling from ther, Aibric,

        And tell me    we are waking.

        Aibric [o Dectora, o    name had

        t dead king? Artain?

        No, no - not Arthur. I remember now.

        It was golden-armed Iollan, and he died

        Broken-ed,    his queen

        t is not all tale,

        For he was killed. O! O! O! O! O! O!

        Folden-armed Iollan has been killed.

        <1[.]

        [ of w

        follows, one he

        otora stands ed in

        front of Fael.]>1

        Dectora. I ant.

        <1[he sword

        slos it fall. S her hair.

        Sakes off    upon t;1

        to lie beside he grave.

        It les. I will spread my hair,

        And erly,

        For I    he roud and laughing,

        Blue-eyed, and a quick runner on bare feet,

        And t housand years ago.

        O; O! O! O!

        [Fael e.]

        But no, t is not it.

        t my feet. O! O! O! O!

        Folden-armed Iollan t I loved-

        But    t made me say I loved him?

        It     it in my ts,

        But it is true. hey run upon him,

        A heir swords?

        Fael. Do you not know me, lady? I am he

        t you are weeping for.

        Dectora. No, for he is dcad.

        O! O! O! O! folden-armed Iollan.

        Fael. It , but I will prove

        t the grave-diggers in a dreamy frenzy

        my golden arms.

        Listen to t lohe moon

        And you    my fad voice,

        For you eo me playing it

        thousand years.

        <1[arts up, listening to the harp slips from

        the bulwarks

        be;1

        are t there?

        ter of a sudden?

        are you calling out above t?

        If railing and reproad mockery

        Because I o love

        By magic strings, Ill make to it:

        Being driven on by voices and by dreams

        t he Ever-living,

        I .    could I but obey?

        A you make a clamour of reproach.

        Dcctora [laugs a    of reing

        t I she moon

        to ty.

        Fael.    she is merry?

        But no, no, no! your cry is not against me.

        You knohe Ever-living,

        And all t tossing of your wings is joy,

        And all t murmurings but a marriage-song;

        But if it be reproachis:

        t one among you t made love

        by any ot passion,

        sideration, generosity;

        But it , and flattery

        to win a woman in e,

        For love is red in it;

        And if you say t she came willingly -

        Dectora. urn away and hide your face,

        t I would look upon for ever?

        Fael. My grief!

        Dectora.    loved you for a thousand years?

        Fael. I never have been golden-armed Iollan.

        Vectora. I do not uand. I know your face

        Better than my own hands.

        Fael. I have deceived you

        Out of all reing.

        tectora. Is it not tme

        t you housand years ago,

        In islands whe children of Aengus wind

        In happy dances under a windy moon,

        And t youll brihere?

        Fael. I have deceived you;

        I terly.

        Dectora.    be?

        Is it t though your eyes are full of love

        Some other woman has a claim on you,

        And Ive but half!

        Fael. O no!

        Dectora. And if there is,

        If t matter?

        Ill never give anot to it;

        No, no, nor ; but do not speak.

        omen are ubborn-ed,

        turery;

        And t is wheir lovers are afraid

        to tell tory.

        Fael. ts not tory;

        But I    a    you,

        t it    burst.

        I    all.

        Dectora.    do I care,

        No my body o dream,

        And you o be a burning sod

        In tion and intellect?

        If somets most fabulous rue -

        If you aken me by magic spells,

        And killed a lover or    my feet -

        I    let you speak, for I would know

        t it erday and not to-day

        I loved him; I would cover up my ears,

        As I am doing noause.] hy do you weep?

        Fael. I hing for your eyes

        But desolate ers and a battered ship.

        Dectora. O    your eyes to mine?

        Fael. I s above,

        And not a roof of ivory and gold.

        Dectora. I he ivory roof,

        And strike th my hands.

        I    the world

        But my beloved - t night and day had perished,

        And all t is and all t is to be,

        All t is not ting of our lips.

        Fael. You turn away. urn away?

        Am I to fear the moon

        My enemy?

        Dectora. I looked upon the moon,

        Longing to knead and pull it into shape

        t I mig on your head as a .

        But no is your ts t wander away,

        For you are looking at t know

        a    is to let o

        ander a moment when one is in love?

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        over t;1

        the sea?

        Fael. Look there!

        Dectora.    is t a troop of ash-grey birds

        t fly into t?

        Fael. But listen, listen!

        Dectora.    is t the birds?

        Fael. If youll but listen closely to t g

        Youll    to one another

        ith human voices

        Dectora. O, I    hem now.

        are to ry do they fly?

        Fael. to unimaginable happiness.

        the air,

        But no taken to the road

        e o follos;

        And t the colour of grey ash,

        t, could you but heir words,

        "try at the world

        to outlive the moon.

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        excitement.]>1

        First Sailor. treasure.

        Sed Sailor. Full to tches.

        First Sailor. treasure on treasure.

        third Sailor. Boxes of precious spice.

        First Sailor. Ivory images    eyes.

        th eyes of ruby.

        First Sailor. the whole ship

        Flas    of herrings.

        ts o a

        woman.

        Sed Sailor. t

        eyes to.

        Aibric [sileng ture]. e urn to

        our ory, Fael,

        For s so great

        Imagination ot re it.

        And    upon there,

        more o look for on the seas?

        Fael. I ot - I am going on to the end.

        As for th me.

        Aibric. t no,

        It his woman in her womans vengeance

        t drove you to it, and I fool enough

        to fancy t shed bring you home again.

        t egged o it, for you know

        t o h.

        Dectora. t is not true, for he has promised me

        An unimaginable happiness.

        Aibrid if t han dreams,

        More t-whirl,

        t I t is,

        It sry of the dead,

        If try.

        Dectora. No, not there,

        But in some island whe world

        Leaps upreams o the world

        o one fountain.

        Aibric. Speak to him.

        aking you to death;

        Speak -    deny it.

        Dectora. Is t true?

        Fael. I do not knoain, but I know.

        t I    of pilots.

        Aibric. Shadows, illusions,

        t the Ever-laughing Ones,

        tal Mockers    into his mind,

        Or called before his eyes.

        Dectora. O carry me

        to some sure try, some familiar place.

        everyt life    give

        In her?

        Fael.

        If I refused ts

        its and all t g out?

        Dectora. But I will cover up your eyes and ear?,

        t you may never he birds,

        Or look upon them.

        Fael. ere t lowlier

        Id do your    too oo high.

        Dectora. Being too heir heady prophecies

        But    e to nothing,

        Because    proud, imperishable,

        Alone and winged.

        Fael. Our love sheirs

        their geless image on.

        Dectora. I am a    every breath.

        Aibric. Let tter, for tree is broken,

        And to the Sailors.]

        to ther ship,

        And I    the rope

        o this man here,

        For her I nor any living man

        ill look upon his face again.

        [t.]

        Fael [to Dectora], Go h him,

        For er you and bring you home.

        Aibric [taking Faels    for his sake.

        Dectora. No. take this sword

        And cut th Fael.

        Aibric [o the yew-bough has been

        broken into two,

        And all ttered - O! O! O!

        Farewell! farewell! [.]

        Dectora. the rope -

        t falls into the sea,

        It    worm,

        Dragon t loved to it,

        You are broken, you are broken. ts

        away,

        And I am left alone h my beloved,

        put me from    for ever.

        e are alone for ever, and I laugh,

        Fael, because you ot put me from you.

        t he heavens, and you and I

        Shis    -

        I    has been in my dreams.

        Bend lo I may cro.

        O flohe leaves,

        O silver fis my two aken

        Out of tream,    star

        trembling in te fawn

        Upon ty border of the wood,

        Bend lo I may cover you h my hair,

        For his world no longer.

        Fael [gatoras    him]. Beloved, hav-

        ing dragged t about us,

        And knitted meso mesal;

        And t old self

        to cry aloud to the grey birds, and dreams,

        t her, live in us.
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