And this flower - language, darling, let it be, A heavenly oracle! He loveththee! Know'st thou the meaning of, He loveth thee? (He seizes both herhands.)
Margaret (walking towards home)
This too from thee? The death and downfall of a world be on thee, monster!Conduct me thither, I say, and set her free!
Traffic and duty urge us! With what pain Are we compelled to leave full manya spot, Where yet we dare not once remain!}
Like any gay Lothario, Who every floweret from its stalk Would pluck, anddeems nor grace, nor truth, Secure against his arts, forsooth! This ne'er theless won't always do.
Ariel wakes his dainty air, His lyre celestial stringing. Fools he lureth, and thefair, With his celestial singing.
He ran around, he ran abroad, Of every puddle drinking. The house with ragehe scratch'd and gnaw'd, In vain, - he fast was sinking; Full many an anguish'dbound he gave, Nothing the hapless brute could save, As if his frame lovewasted.