ADRIEL Slain! And Jonathan---- DAVID No! ADRIEL Fell beside him down. The fray was fast--Israel fled--the foe Fierce after Saul, whom Jonathan defended. MICHAL My father! DAVID And my brother Jonathan! If I believe it will not miracle Alone bring joy again unto my pain? [_The wailing again without, and deeper groans._] O Israel, the Infinite has touched Thy glory and it changes to a shroud! Thy splendor is as vintage overspilt. For Saul upon the mountains low is lying, And Jonathan beside him, beautiful Beyond the mar of battle, and of death. [_He bows his head in tears._] O kingly Jonathan, would I might give The beating of my life into your veins-- Willing for it would I be drouth and die. How are the mighty fallen and the fair! [_With lifted arm, deeply moved._] Peaks, mountains of Gilboa, let no more Dew be upon you, and as sackcloth let Clouds cover you, and ashes be your soil, Until I bring upon Philistia And Gath and Askalon extinguishing, And sorrow--and immensity of tears! [MICHAL _goes to him and takes his hand. He folds her in his arms._] But we must calm the flowing of this grief. Though yet we cannot mind us to remember Love will as sandal-breath and trickling balm O’erheal us in the unbegotten years, Too headlong must not be our agony. Hush now thy woundedness, my Michal, now. See, o’er the East the lifted wings of dawn. [_Slowly they climb the stair to the house-top. At they look away toward the battle’s rout the clouds part, and the full brightness of the sun breaks over them._] [_CURTAIN._]