Thy centre-thought of living beauty, born
In thee, and send it home to dwell with me?

[_He leans on the wall_.]

_Lilia_
(_softly_).
Am I in heaven? There's something makes me glad,
As if I were in heaven! Yes, yes, I am.
I see the flashing of ten thousand glories;
I hear the trembling of a thousand wings,
That vibrate music on the murmuring air!
Each tiny feather-blade crushes its pool
Of circling air to sound, and quivers music!--
What is it, though, that makes me glad like this?
I knew, but cannot find it--I forget.
It must be here--what was it?--Hark! the fall,
The endless going of the stream of life!--
Ah me! I thirst, I thirst,--I am so thirsty!

[_Querulously_.]

[JULIAN _gives her drink, supporting her. She looks at him
again, with large wondering eyes_.]

Ah! now I know--I was so very thirsty!

[_He lays her down. She is comforted, and falls asleep. He
extinguishes the light, and looks out of the window_.]