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Scene I.]
THE DEVOTED ONE.
WALDIMAIl.
Thou canst never know
The awful secret. When the hour arrives
That I shall hence depart ne'er to return,
And soon that hour must come, wilt thou, Elgitha,
Remember me, and pity my sad doom ?
ELGITHA.
Remember thee ?
ay, and with tears bewail
Thy unknown destiny. O Waldimar,
Say, whither goest thou ?
WALDIMAR.
Inquire no more.
A flash darts through my stony heart like lightning.
Can it be love, or something heavenly ? Know I not
But well I know I would not lose this feeling,
This new-born pleasure, to be made a king !
Sweet stranger-guest, thou in my soul dost shine
Like a lone star arnid the clouds of night,
And I will keep thee till the destined hour
Of my departure hence. And now I look
On thee again, Elgitha, I perceive
That earth has beauty, beauty e'en for me !
For thou art of this earth, and thou dost feel
sorrows. Fare thee well :
Compassion for my
Yet and I'll again see thee ere I go.
ELGITHA.
O, talk not thus
WALDIMAR.
Thrice beautiful ! art thou not some blest vision,
Sent down to guard me from those sights and sounds
That oft my reason mar ? When thou art nigh,
No fierce and gloomy shadows round me throng,
Or formless things of horror ; while thine eyes