The Savoy . t—and yet not so much my fault asperhaps you think. It was my sin, and I must pay for it. In these daysthere is no Elizabeth to forgive Tannhauser. She listened immovably, but her eyes were moist, and her lips parted, asshe breathed rapidly. I will go, he said, rising. Shall I ever see you again, I wonder ?Oh, Helen, he cried, taking her hands as she stood before him, I could haveloved you so well! She did not move away, and he bent his head to cover her hands withkisses. Helen, he said, looking into her eyes, is it all over? Will not yourforgiveness cover even me ? Cannot the past
The Savoy . t—and yet not so much my fault asperhaps you think. It was my sin, and I must pay for it. In these daysthere is no Elizabeth to forgive Tannhauser. She listened immovably, but her eyes were moist, and her lips parted, asshe breathed rapidly. I will go, he said, rising. Shall I ever see you again, I wonder ?Oh, Helen, he cried, taking her hands as she stood before him, I could haveloved you so well! She did not move away, and he bent his head to cover her hands withkisses. Helen, he said, looking into her eyes, is it all over? Will not yourforgiveness cover even me ? Cannot the past be the past ? I am broken-hearted for my crime. You and you only can give me new life. Will youforgive me ? Will you not love me as I love you ? He placed his arm round her neck, tentatively. She did not resist, andas he drew nearer, her head sank on his shoulder, and she uttered a little sighof content. He smiled to himself in triumph; then he bent his head and kissed heron the mouth. Theodore OSULLIVAN RUA TO THESECRET ROSE AR off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,Enfold me in my hour of hours ; where thoseWho sought thee at the Holy Sepulchre,Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stirAnd tumult of defeated dreams ; and deepAmong pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep Men have named beauty. Your heavy leaves enfold The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold Of the crowned Magi; and the Hound of Cu Who met Fand walking among flaming dew, And lost the world and Emer for a kiss ; And him who drove the gods out of their liss, And till a hundred morns had flowered red Feasted and wept the barrows of his dead ; And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods ; And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods, And sought through lands and islands numberless years, Until he found, with laughter and with tears, A woman, of so shining loveliness, That men threshed corn at midnight by
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