No More Learning

He knows that he is taking you to death;
He cannot contradict me.

_Dectora. _ Is that true?

_Forgael. _ I do not know for certain.

_Dectora. _ Carry me
To some sure country, some familiar place.
Have we not everything that life can give
In having one another?

_Forgael. _ How could I rest
If I refused the messengers and pilots
With all those sights and all that crying out?

_Dectora. _ I am a woman, I die at every breath.

_Aibric_ [_to the _Sailors__]. To the other ship,
for there's no help in words,
And I will follow you and cut the rope
When I have said farewell to this man here,
For neither I nor any living man
Will look upon his face again.

[__Sailors_ go out, leaving one torch perhaps in a
torch-holder on the bulwark.
_

_Forgael_ [_to DECTORA_]. Go with him,
For he will shelter you and bring you home.

_Aibric_ [_taking FORGAEL'S hand_]. I'll do it for his sake.

_Dectora. _ No. Take this sword
And cut the rope, for I go on with Forgael.

_Aibric. _ Farewell! Farewell!

[_He goes out. The light grows stronger. _

_Dectora. _ The sword is in the rope--
The rope's in two--it falls into the sea,
It whirls into the foam. O ancient worm,
Dragon that loved the world and held us to it,
You are broken, you are broken. The world drifts away,
And I am left alone with my beloved,
Who cannot put me from his sight for ever.