QUEEN: And yet folks wake from dreams. It would be terrible. ZOON: No, no, there are things too real for dreams. You cannot waken from love. Dreams are of fantastic things, things fanciful and weak, and things confused and intricate like Earth. When you think of them in your dreams you see their unreality. But if love were not real what could there be to wake to. QUEEN: True. How wise you are. It was but a fancy that troubled me. (_Looking down._) It was one of those dreams at dawn. It is faint and far-off now. ZOON: Will you love me for ever, Golden Queen? QUEEN: For ever. Why not? You will love me for ever? ZOON: For ever. I cannot help it. QUEEN: Let us look at the dream far off, in the dimness our thoughts have forsaken. ZOON: Aye, let us look. It was a sad dream somewhat; and yet upon this peak where all is love all that we see seems happy. QUEEN: See the dream there. Look at those. They seem to walk dreamily as they walk in the dream. ZOON: It is because they have not love, which is only here. QUEEN: Look! Look at those dreamers in the dream. ZOON: They are running. QUEEN: Oh! Look! ZOON: They are pursued. QUEEN: The brown ones are pursuing them with spears. ZOON: It is Prince Meliflor, Prince Moomoomon, Prince Ximenung that run in the dream. And the Prince of Huz. The brown men are close. QUEEN: The brown ones are overtaking them. ZOON: Yes, they are closer. QUEEN: Look! Prince Ximenung! ZOON: Yes, he is dead in the dream. QUEEN: The Prince of Huz? ZOON: Speared. QUEEN: Still, still they are killing them. ZOON: It is all the Hundred Princes. QUEEN: They are killing them all. ZOON: A sad sight once. QUEEN: Once? ZOON: I should have wept once. QUEEN: It is so far off now. ZOON: It is so far, far off. We can only feel joy upon this holy mountain. QUEEN: Only joy. (_He sighs as he looks._) Look! (_He sighs again._) ZOON: There falls the poor Prince Meliflor. QUEEN: How huge a thrust it was with the great spear. ZOON: He is dead. QUEEN: Are you not happy? ZOON: Yes. QUEEN: In your voice there seemed to sound some far-off thing. Some strange thing. Was it sorrow? ZOON: No; we are too high; sorrow cannot come. No grief can touch us here, no woe drift up to us from the woes of Earth. QUEEN: I thought there was some strange thing in your voice, like sorrows we have dreamed. ZOON: No, Golden Queen. Those fancied sorrows of dreams cannot touch reality. QUEEN: You will never be sorry we have woken and left the dream of Earth? ZOON: No, glorious lady; nothing can bring me trouble ever again. QUEEN: Not even I? ZOON: Never you, my Golden Zoomzoomarma, for on this sacred peak where there is only love you cannot. QUEEN: We will dwell here for ever in endless joy. ZOON (_looking down_): All dead now, all the Princes. QUEEN: Turn, my Prince, from the dream of Earth, lest trouble come up from it. ZOON: It cannot drift up here; yet we will turn from the dream.