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Scene II.J
THE DEVOTED ONE.
SCENE II. Another part of tlie Forest.
Enter Edith.
EDITH.
The woods are fragrant witli the breath of flowers,
And full of pleasant sounds. Who would not live
With the meek fawn these mossy glades to tread,
Where the sweet violet and the cowslip dwell ?
Fair daughters of the sun, ye lift your heads
To meet the first warm kisses of your sire,
As children, after a long absence, greet
Their father's glad return. But where stays Godwin,
That idle youth, who dreams of courts and kings ?
Bright is the morn, but I confess his smiles
Would make it still more lovely. O, to me
These ancient woods are happier far than halls
Of regal state, for there
My
own dear Edith !
Enter Godwin.
GODWIN.
My Edith ! ay,
EDITH.
What, romantic youth,
Still walking in thy sleep ! for I perceive,
Thou listless dreamer, by thy merry looks
Thy thoughts are in some brilliant vision wrapt
Of things that shine, but fade. In thy lone walks
Amid this haunted forest, dost thou not
Meet and commune with elves and fairy maids,
And beautiful spirits of the groves and streams,
Who tempt thee with strange love, and o'er thy mind