Then her voice's music...call it the well's bubbling,the bird's warble!

[A figure wrapped in a mantle appears at the window.]

And this woman says,"My days were sunless and my nights were moonless,Parched the pleasant April herbage,and the lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,If you loved me not!"And I who--(ah,for words of flame!)adore her,Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate palpably before her--

[He enters,approaches her seat,and bends over her.]

I may enter at her portal soon,as now her lattice takes me,And by noontide as by midnight make her mine,as hers she makes me!

[The EARL throws off his slouched hat and long cloak.]

My very heart sings,so I sing,Beloved!

MILDRED.Sit,Henry--do not take my hand!

MERTOUN.'Tis mine.

The meeting that appalled us both so much Is ended.

MILDRED.What begins now?

MERTOUN.Happiness Such as the world contains not.

MILDRED.That is it.

Our happiness would,as you say,exceed The whole world's best of blisses:we--do we Deserve that?Utter to your soul,what mine Long since,Beloved,has grown used to hear,Like a death-knell,so much regarded once,And so familiar now;this will not be!

MERTOUN.Oh,Mildred,have I met your brother's face?

Compelled myself--if not to speak untruth,Yet to disguise,to shun,to put aside The truth,as--what had e'er prevailed on me Save you to venture?Have I gained at last Your brother,the one scarer of your dreams,And waking thoughts'sole apprehension too?

Does a new life,like a young sunrise,break On the strange unrest of our night,confused With rain and stormy flaw--and will you see No dripping blossoms,no fire-tinted drops On each live spray,no vapour steaming up,And no expressless glory in the East?

When I am by you,to be ever by you,When I have won you and may worship you,Oh,Mildred,can you say "this will not be"?

MILDRED.Sin has surprised us,so will punishment.

MERTOUN.No--me alone,who sinned alone!

MILDRED.The night You likened our past life to--was it storm Throughout to you then,Henry?

MERTOUN.Of your life I spoke--what am I,what my life,to waste A thought about when you are by me?--you It was,I said my folly called the storm And pulled the night upon.'Twas day with me--

Perpetual dawn with me.

MILDRED.Come what,come will,You have been happy:take my hand!

MERTOUN [after a pause].How good Your brother is!I figured him a cold--

Shall I say,haughty man?

MILDRED.They told me all.

I know all.

MERTOUN.It will soon be over.

MILDRED.Over?

Oh,what is over?what must I live through And say,"'tis over"?Is our meeting over?

Have I received in presence of them all The partner of my guilty love--with brow Trying to seem a maiden's brow--with lips Which make believe that when they strive to form Replies to you and tremble as they strive,It is the nearest ever they approached A stranger's...Henry,yours that stranger's...lip--

With cheek that looks a virgin's,and that is...

Ah God,some prodigy of thine will stop This planned piece of deliberate wickedness In its birth even!some fierce leprous spot Will mar the brow's dissimulating!I

Shall murmur no smooth speeches got by heart,But,frenzied,pour forth all our woeful story,The love,the shame,and the despair--with them Round me aghast as round some cursed fount That should spirt water,and spouts blood.I'll not ...Henry,you do not wish that I should draw This vengeance down?I'll not affect a grace That's gone from me--gone once,and gone for ever!

MERTOUN.Mildred,my honour is your own.I'll share Disgrace I cannot suffer by myself.