--May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from the other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from the other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
Yeats
THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES
'WHAT do you make so fair and bright? '
'I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O, lovely to see in all men's sight
Shall be the cloak of Sorrow,
In all men's sight. '
'What do you build with sails for flight? '
'I build a boat for Sorrow,
O, swift on the seas all day and night
Saileth the rover Sorrow,
All day and night. '
'What do you weave with wool so white? '
'I weave the shoes of Sorrow,
Soundless shall be the footfall light
In all men's ears of Sorrow,
Sudden and light. '
ANASHUYA AND VIJAYA
_A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it
a garden; around that the forest. _ ANASHUYA,
_the young priestess, kneeling within the temple_.
ANASHUYA.
SEND peace on all the lands and flickering corn. --
O, may tranquillity walk by his elbow
When wandering in the forest, if he love
No other. --Hear, and may the indolent flocks
Be plentiful. --And if he love another,
May panthers end him. --Hear, and load our king
With wisdom hour by hour.
--May we two stand,
When we are dead, beyond the setting suns,
A little from the other shades apart,
With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
VIJAYA [_entering and throwing a lily at her_]
Hail! hail, my Anashuya.
ANASHUYA.
No: be still.
I, priestess of this temple, offer up
Prayers for the land.
VIJAYA.
I will wait here, Amrita.
ANASHUYA.
By mighty Brahma's ever rustling robe,
Who is Amrita? Sorrow of all sorrows!
Another fills your mind.
VIJAYA.
My mother's name.
ANASHUYA [_sings, coming out of the temple_]
_A sad, sad thought went by me slowly:
Sigh, O you little stars! O, sigh and shake your blue apparel!
