How joy was found : $b a fantasyHutchison, Isobel Wylie
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How joy was found : $b a fantasy
Hutchison, Isobel Wylie
English drama -- Scottish authors; Verse drama
Darling of all men in the world!
I give you the greeting in grandeur and splendour!
I bring you glad tidings of great joy!
I publish peace!
FINN
[_Utterly bewildered._]
Loveliest of all heroes that I have ever seen,
I salute you frankly, fluently, and energetically
With the equivalent of the same words,
Though I do not know who you are.
Your feet are beautiful as a star.
I wish that I could sing like the birds,
Or blossom like the green wet earth,
For my heart is full of mirth.
But I can only glower and gaze
While my mind plays,
And sings and tumbles up and down
Inside me, like a clown
That makes me feel quite silly,
Laughing willy-nilly,
Like a man in love.
Do you come from above,
Or round about or below,
Or anywhere I know?
HERO
I come through night-watching and tempest of sea where I am, because I am
losing my children, and it has been told me there is not a man in all
the world who can keep them for me but you.
FINN
[_Astonished._]
Why, how can I do that when I must bear
This heavy rainbow with me everywhere,
And all the years
Have found my laughter through a mist of tears?
HERO
Since you alone were strong enough to creep
Into my mind, and fetch me out of sleep,
You have attained my stature, and I find
You are a man according to my mind.
FINN
[_Crying out, afraid._]
It was a dream, only a dream I stole!
I never did as much
As touch
Your garment’s hem.
HERO
No, but you clasped my soul.
Virtue went out of me immediately
The moment that your love was strong enough
To push aside the earth and find the stuff
That dreams are made on.
Up through the senseless clay
You sprang like some green sappy shoot,
And touched the nervous thoughtful root
That I am stayed on.
FINN
[_Dumbfounded._]
It was a dream—I never knew—
HERO
I lay upon you
As crosses and spells
And seven fairy fetters of travelling and straying,
To be with me before you shall eat food,
Or drink a draught,
Or close an eye in sleep.
[_At his words a delicate web of gossamer covered with
dewdrops, spiders’ webs, and flower seeds falls over Finn.
The Hero leaves him spellbound, and, returning gaily to
his boat, launches her and sails away. When the boat has
vanished the web falls away, and Finn turns round with a
cry which arouses the other men._]
FINN
Where is he?
CONAN
Who?
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