_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. We are alone for ever, and I laugh, Forgael, because you cannot put me from you. The mist has covered the heavens, and you and I Shall be alone for ever. We two—this crown— I half remember. It has been in my dreams. Bend lower, O king, that I may crown you with it. O flower of the branch, O bird among the leaves, O silver fish that my two hands have taken Out of the running stream, O morning star, Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn Upon the misty border of the wood, Bend lower, that I may cover you with my hair, For we will gaze upon this world no longer. [_The harp begins to burn as with fire._] _Forgael_ [_gathering DECTORA’S hair about him_]. Beloved, having dragged the net about us, And knitted mesh to mesh, we grow immortal; And that old harp awakens of itself To cry aloud to the grey birds, and dreams, That have had dreams for father, live in us. APPENDIX II. A DIFFERENT VERSION OF DEIRDRE’S ENTRANCE.