King Arthur; a drama in a prologue and four acts . ard. What remains is peace. \He falls back Hes gone, the light of all the world lies dead.[ Tlie stage darkens^ leaving a light only on theface of Not so ; he doth but pass who cannot die,The King that was, the King that yet shall be ;Whose spirit, borne along from age to Englands to the end. Look where the dawnSweeps through a wider heaven, and on its wingsBy those three Queens of night his barge is borneTo that sweet Isle of Avalon whose sleepCan heal all earthly wounds. \During this speech the stage grows darke
King Arthur; a drama in a prologue and four acts . ard. What remains is peace. \He falls back Hes gone, the light of all the world lies dead.[ Tlie stage darkens^ leaving a light only on theface of Not so ; he doth but pass who cannot die,The King that was, the King that yet shall be ;Whose spirit, borne along from age to Englands to the end. Look where the dawnSweeps through a wider heaven, and on its wingsBy those three Queens of night his barge is borneTo that sweet Isle of Avalon whose sleepCan heal all earthly wounds. \During this speech the stage grows darker^and as the vision appears, at the back, ofArthur borne in the barge, with thethree Queens bending over his body, thechorus breaks out, and continues till the end. Chorus. Sleep ! oh sleep ! till night outwornWakens to the echoing hornThat shall greet thee King that was, and is to be. ACT IV. SCENE II. 67 And a voice from shore to shoreCries, Arise, and sleep no more ;Greet the dawn, the night is oer,EnQ-lands sword is in the sea !.
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