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Yolanda of Cyprus

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2017
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Bear him without then ever from this place,

That never more shall know a holy rite —

And from these gates, I care not to what tomb.

[To Amaury.

Then shall you hear this mystery's content,

That still as a madness measures to your sight.

Bear him without.

[The limp body is borne away. All follow but Amaury, Yolanda, Renier.

Now you shall hear, with shame,

But with exalted pride and happy tears;

Then come obliteration!

Speak, girl … Nobility

Had never better title to its truth.

[Kisses her hand and goes.

Amaury. Yolanda!.. He?.. This reverence as to

An angel? Speak!

Yolanda. Amaury —

Amaury. O pause not!

Yolanda. Then – to save her who's dead – from death and shame,

I took her place within the Paphian's arms.

Amaury. O! … and by me, driven by me, bore this?

[Overcome.

Pure as the rills of Paradise, endured?

Yolanda. For you! – and her who sleeps forgiven there.

[Raptly.

Now while her spirit weightless overwingeth

Night, to that Throne whose seeing heals all shame!

For her I did! but oh, for you, whose least

Murmur to me is infinite with Spring,

Whose smile is light, filling the air with dawn,

Whose touch, wafture of immortality

Unto my weariness; and whose eyes, now,

Are as the beams God lifted first, they tell us,

Over the uncreated,

In the far singing mother-dawn of the world! —

Come with me then, but tearless, to her side.

[They go to the bier and stand as in a dream. A pause, then her lips move, last, as if inspired.

While there is sin to sway the soul and sink it,

Pity should be as strong as love or death!

[With a cry of joy he enfolds her, and they kneel, wrapped about with the clear moon.

THE END

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