_]
Why are you standing with your eyes upon me?
Why are you standing with your eyes upon me?
Yeats
why are they
Circling and circling over the masthead?
What power that is more mighty than desire
To hurry to their hidden happiness
Withholds them now? Have the ever-living ones
A meaning in that circling overhead?
But what's the meaning? [_He cries out. _] Why do you linger there?
Why do you not run to your desire,
Now that you have happy winged bodies?
[_His voice sinks again. _
Being too busy in the air and the high air,
They cannot hear my voice; but what's the meaning?
[_The SAILORS have returned. DECTORA is with them. She
is dressed in pale green, with copper ornaments on her
dress, and has a copper crown upon her head. Her hair
is dull red. _
FORGAEL.
[_Turning and seeing her.
_]
Why are you standing with your eyes upon me?
You are not the world's core. O no, no, no!
That cannot be the meaning of the birds.
You are not its core. My teeth are in the world,
But have not bitten yet.
DECTORA.
I am a queen,
And ask for satisfaction upon these
Who have slain my husband and laid hands upon me.
[_Breaking loose from the SAILORS who are holding her. _]
Let go my hands!
FORGAEL.
Why do you cast a shadow?
Where do you come from? Who brought you to this place?
They would not send me one that casts a shadow.
DECTORA.
Circling and circling over the masthead?
What power that is more mighty than desire
To hurry to their hidden happiness
Withholds them now? Have the ever-living ones
A meaning in that circling overhead?
But what's the meaning? [_He cries out. _] Why do you linger there?
Why do you not run to your desire,
Now that you have happy winged bodies?
[_His voice sinks again. _
Being too busy in the air and the high air,
They cannot hear my voice; but what's the meaning?
[_The SAILORS have returned. DECTORA is with them. She
is dressed in pale green, with copper ornaments on her
dress, and has a copper crown upon her head. Her hair
is dull red. _
FORGAEL.
[_Turning and seeing her.
_]
Why are you standing with your eyes upon me?
You are not the world's core. O no, no, no!
That cannot be the meaning of the birds.
You are not its core. My teeth are in the world,
But have not bitten yet.
DECTORA.
I am a queen,
And ask for satisfaction upon these
Who have slain my husband and laid hands upon me.
[_Breaking loose from the SAILORS who are holding her. _]
Let go my hands!
FORGAEL.
Why do you cast a shadow?
Where do you come from? Who brought you to this place?
They would not send me one that casts a shadow.
DECTORA.
