Oh, Rose-Red,
I trust 'twill not be long before I see you
As happy as you see me now!

BEA. Indeed,
I could not well be happier than I am.
You do not know, maybe, how much I love you.

BIA. Ah, but I do,--I have a measure for it!

BEA. Ay, for today you have. But not for long.
They say a bride forgets her friends,--she cleaves so
To her new lord. It cannot but be true.
You will be gone from me. There will be much
To drive me from your mind.

BIA. Shall I forget, then, When I am old, I ever was a child?
I tell you I shall never think of you
Throughout my life, without such tenderness
As breaks the heart,--and I shall think of you
Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am
Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing.
You are a burning lamp to me, a flame
The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you
High in my hand against whatever darkness.

BEA. You are to me a silver bell in a tower.
And when it rings I know I am near home.

Scene 3