MAIRE BRUIN.

I will go with you.

FATHER HART.

She is lost, alas,

THE CHILD (_standing by the door_).

Then, follow but the heavy body of clay,
And clinging mortal hope must fall from you;
For we who ride the winds, run on the waves,
And dance upon the mountains, are more light
Than dewdrops on the banners of the dawn.

MAIRE BRUIN.

Then take my soul.

[SHAWN BRUIN _goes over to her._

SHAWN BRUIN.

Beloved, do not leave me!
What will my life be if you go with her?
Remember when I met you by the well
And took your hand in mine and spoke of love.