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marvels of my townthe gay； the bitter wonders。 We have known life。
If with you I may no longer live； then let us die！ See！ Here are
sweet Deaths by Slumber and by Drowning！
The mandolin twangs out； and from the dim doorway of the Inn come
forth the shadowy forms。 DEATH BY SLUMBER； and DEATH BY DROWNING。
who to a ghostly twanging of mandolins dance slowly towards SEELCHEN。
stand smiling at her； and as slowly dance away。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Following＇ Yes。 They are good and sweet。
While she moves towards the Inn。 LAMOND'S face becomes
transfigured with joy。 But just as she reaches the doorway。
there is a distant chiming of bells and blowing of pipes； and
the Shepherd of THE COW HORN sings：
〃To the wild grass come； and the dull far roar
Of the falling rock； to the flowery meads
Of thy mountain home； where the eagles soar；
And the grizzled flock in the sunshine feeds。
To the Alp； where I； in the pale light crowned
With the moon's thin horns； to my pasture roam；
To the silent sky； and the wistful sound
Of the rosy dawns…my daughter； come！〃
While HE sings； the sun has risen； and SEELCHEN has turned。
with parted lips； and hands stretched out； and the forms of
death have vanished。
SEELCHEN。 I come。
LAMOND。 ＇Clasping her knees＇ Little soul！ Must I then die； like a
gnat when the sun goes down？ Without you I am nothing。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Releasing herself＇ Poor heartI am gone！
LAMOND。 It is dark。 ＇He covers his face with his cloak＇。
Then as SEELCHEN reaches the Shepherd of THE COW HORN； there is
blown a long note of a pipe； the scene falls back； and there
rises a far； continual； mingled sound of Cowbells； and Flower
Bells； and Pipes。
SCENE IV
The scene slowly brightens with the misty flush of dawn。
SEELCHEN stands on a green alp； with all around； nothing but
blue sky。 A slip of a crescent moon is lying on her back。 On a
low rock sits a brown faced GOATHERD blowing on a pipe； and the
four Flower…children are dancing in their shifts of grey white。
and blue； rose…pink； and burnt…gold。 Their bells are ringing。
as they pelt each other with flowers of their own colours； and
each in turn； wheeling； flings one flower at SEELCHEN； who puts
them to her lips and eyes。
SEELCHEN。 The dew！ ＇She moves towards the rock＇ Goatherd！
But THE FLOWERS encircle him； and when they wheel away he has
vanished。 She turns to THE FLOWERS； but they too vanish。 The
veils of mist are rising。
SEELCHEN。 Gone！ ＇She rubs her eyes； then turning once more to the
rock； sees FELSMAN standing there； with his arms folded＇ Thou！
FELSMAN。 So thou hast comelike a sick heifer to be healed。 Was it
good in the Townthat kept thee so long？
SEELCHEN。 I do not regret。
FELSMAN。 Why then return？
SEELCHEN。 I was tired。
FELSMAN。 Never again shalt thou go from me！
SEELCHEN。 ＇Mocking＇ With what wilt thou keep me？
FELSMAN。 ＇Grasping her＇ Thus。
SEELCHEN。 I have known ChangeI am no timid maid。
FELSMAN。 ＇Moodily＇ Aye； thou art different。 Thine eyes are hollow
thou art white…faced。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Still mocking＇ Then what hast thou here that shall keep
me？
FELSMAN。 The sun。
SEELCHEN。 To burn me。
FELSMAN。 The air。
There is a faint wailing of wind。
SEELCHEN。 To freeze me。
FELSMAN。 The silence。
The noise of the wind dies away。
SEELCHEN。 Yes； it is lonely。
FELSMAN。 Wait！ And the flowers shall dance to thee。
And to a ringing of their bells。 THE FLOWERS come dancing；
till； one by one； they cease； and sink down； nodding； falling
asleep。
SEELCHEN。 See！ Even they grow sleepy here！
FELSMAN。 I will call the goats to wake them。
THE GOATHERD is seen again sitting upright on his rock and
piping。 And there come four little brown； wild…eyed； naked
Boys； with Goat's legs and feet； who dance gravely in and out of
The Sleeping Flowers； and THE FLOWERS wake； spring up； and fly。
Till each Goat； catching his flower has vanished； and THE
GOATHERD has ceased to pipe； and lies motionless again on his
rock。
FELSMAN。 Love me！
SEELCHEN。 Thou art rude！
FELSMAN。 Love me！
SEELCHEN。 Thou art grim！
FELSMAN。 Aye。 I have no silver tongue。 Listen！ This is my voice。
＇Sweeping his arm round all the still alp＇ It is quiet。 From dawn
to the first star all is fast。 ＇Laying his hand on her heart＇ And
the wings of the birds shall be still。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Touching his eyes＇ Thine eyes are fierce。 In them I see
the wild beasts crouching。 In them I see the distance。 Are they
always fierce？
FELSMAN。 Neverto look on thee； my flower。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Touching his hands＇ Thy hands are rough to pluck
flowers。 ＇She breaks away from him to the rock where THE GOATHERD is
lying＇ See！ Nothing moves！ The very day stands still。 Boy！ ＇But
THE GOATHERD neither stirs nor answers＇ He is lost in the blue。
＇Passionately＇ Boy！ He will not answer me。 No one will answer me
here。
FELSMAN。 ＇With fierce longing＇ Am I then no one？
SEELCHEN。 Thou？
＇The scene darkens with evening＇
See！ Sleep has stolen the day！ It is night already。
There come the female shadow forms of SLEEP； in grey cobweb
garments； waving their arms drowsily； wheeling round her。
SEELCHEN。 Are you Sleep？ Dear Sleep！
Smiling； she holds out her arms to FELSMAN。 He takes her
swaying form。 They vanish； encircled by the forms of SLEEP。 It
is dark； save for the light of the thin horned moon suddenly
grown bright。 Then on his rock； to a faint gaping THE GOATHERD
sings：
〃My goat； my little speckled one。
My yellow…eyed； sweet…smelling。
Let moon and wind and golden sun
And stars beyond all telling
Make； every day； a sweeter grass。
And multiply thy leaping！
And may the mountain foxes pass
And never scent thee sleeping！
Oh！ Let my pipe be clear and far。
And let me find sweet water！
No hawk nor udder…seeking jar
Come near thee； little daughter！
May fiery rocks defend； at noon；
Thy tender feet from slipping！
Oh！ hear my prayer beneath the moon
Great Master； Goat…Godskipping！〃
There passes in the thin moonlight the Goat…Good Pan； and with a
long wail of the pipe THE GOATHERD BOY is silent。 Then the moon
fades； and all is black； till； in the faint grisly light of the
false dawn creeping up； SEELCHEN is seen rising from the side of
the sleeping FELSMAN。 THE GOATHERD BOY has gone； but by the
rock stands the Shepherd of THE COW HORN in his dock。
SEELCHEN。 Years； years I have slept。 My spirit is hungry。 ＇Then as
she sees the Shepherd of THE COW HORN standing there＇ I know thee
nowLife of the earththe smell of thee； the sight of thee； the
taste of thee； and all thy music。 I have passed thee and gone by。
＇She moves away＇
FELSMAN。 ＇Waking＇ Where wouldst thou go？
SEELCHEN。 To the edge of the world。
FELSMAN。 ＇Rising and trying to stay her＇ Thou shalt not leave me！
＇But against her smiling gesture he struggles as though against
solidity＇
SEELCHEN。 Friend！ The time is on me。
FELSMAN。 Were my kisses； then； too rude？ Was I too dull？
SEELCHEN。 I do not regret。
The Youth of THE WINE HORN is seen suddenly standing opposite
the motionless Shepherd of THE COW HORN； and his mandolin twangs
out。
FELSMAN。 The cursed music of the Town！ Is it back to him thou wilt
go？ ＇Groping for sight of the hated figure＇ I cannot see。
SEELCHEN。 Fear not！ I go ever onward。
FELSMAN。 Do not leave me to the wind in the rocks！ Without thee
love is dead； and I must die。
SEELCHEN。 Poor heart！ I am gone。
FELSMAN。 ＇Crouching against the rock＇ It is cold。
At the blowing of the Shepherd's pipe； THE COW HORN stretches
forth his hand to her。 The mandolin twangs out； and THE WINE
HORN holds out his hand。 She stands unmoving。
SEELCHEN。 Companions。 I must go。 In a moment it will be dawn。
In Silence THE COW HORN and THE WINE HORN； cover their faces。
The false dawn dies。 It falls quite dark。
SCENE V
Then a faint glow stealing up； lights the snowy head of THE
GREAT HORN； and streams forth on SEELCHEN。 To either aide of
that path of light； like shadows。 THE COW HORN and THE WINE
HORN stand with cloaked heads。
SEELCHEN。 Great One