Britain ... - Blue-Lite

180 THE DEVOTED ONE. [Act III.
I at the foot of this pre-eminence
Lay pining in the shade, for mountain towers
O'er mountain as I rise. Brief rest for me,
Till I have reached that broad and sunny height,
On which no shadow falls of loftier things.
I now shall climb and sit among the stars
That rule the lower world. It is foretold,
That from this bridal shall a son be born,
Whose brows will wear the imperial crown of England.
[Observes Edith.
Death to my state ! How, Edith, earnest thou here ?
Hast thou already, broken-hearted, died,
And comes thy gentle spirit
to ?
upbraid
How couldst thou learn, so soon, that I was false ?
Why
didst thou hither come ?
EDITH.
How could I stay
In Selwood's lonely shades, where every sound
Of tunefuljbird, and stream, and hollow wind,
And every grove, and rock, and leafy bower
Reminded me of Godwin ?
So desolate was I, so woe-begone,
That longer had I tarried in those woods,
I should indeed have broken-hearted died.
GODWIN.
Be of good cheer, since we again have met,
And thou hast found me all
ay, more than all
My wildest hopes imagined.
EDITH.
I have heard
Of thy great sudden fortune, and in that
Rejoice to learn thy merits will no more
Languish, like sunless flowers, amid the gloom