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POEMS 
 
 AND 
 FANTASIES 
 
Poems and Fantasies 
 
 by 
 
 Including two poem dramas 
 
 "A Passer-by" 
 
 and 
 
 Fishermen of the Sea " 
 
 GRAFTON PUBLISHING CORPORATION 
 
 LOS ANGELES, U. S. A. 
 
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 Stanley Preston Kniiiie! - V . ; 
 
Copyright, 1916 
 
 by 
 Stanley Preston Kimmel 
 
 All rights reserved 
 
DEDICATION 
 
 The songs which I sing 
 
 Have been sung oft before, 
 
 And the words are the same as of old. 
 
 But don t count their worth 
 
 By things of the Earth, 
 
 Such as silver, or brass, or gold. 
 
 [7] 
 
 -369. 
 
POEMS 
 
 [9] 
 
THE BROOKLET 
 
 I hear a brooklet murmur, 
 So soft and sweet and low, 
 
 As through the little valley 
 Its bright clear waters flow, 
 
 Rushing along so merrily 
 
 Past the mossy banks; 
 In and out among the rocks, 
 
 It plays its little pranks. 
 
 How many years, my little brook, 
 Have you thus passed along 
 
 Through the lonely forest, 
 
 With only the woods as your home? 
 
 You may run on forever, 
 
 But soon I shall be gone, 
 And only the birds in the forest 
 
 Will hear your sad, sweet song. 
 
 But they will understand each word, 
 
 Each little tune you play, 
 And I in solitude shall dwell, 
 
 In my forest, far away. 
 
 [10] 
 
KONNIE 
 
 Many a day as the sun sinks low 
 
 I wander along by the sea, 
 
 And remember the hours, spent long ago, 
 
 With the beautiful maiden Konnie, 
 
 With the beautiful maiden Konnie. 
 
 And there comes a song from out the wind, 
 But the words are lost to me; 
 Still in a dream I wander on 
 With the beautiful maiden Konnie, 
 With the beautiful maiden Konnie. 
 
 The stars sparkle bright from out the sky, 
 And the moon comes up o er the lea, 
 Upon my cheeks I feel the kiss 
 Of the beautiful maiden Konnie, 
 Of the beautiful maiden Konnie. 
 
 The roar of the sea calls me from the dream 
 
 Of the land where I long to be, 
 
 And the song which I heard is the wind o er 
 
 the grave 
 
 Of the beautiful maiden Konnie, 
 Of the beautiful maiden Konnie. 
 
 The lips which so closely seemed pressed to 
 
 my cheek 
 
 Only a rose in my hand, 
 And homeward alone, I turn my steps, 
 As the waves madly dash on the sand, 
 As the waves madly dash on the sand. 
 
 nil 
 
SONG OF THE SHEPHERD 
 
 With heart as free as a bird 
 I homeward wind my way, 
 
 Sheep follow closely behind me, 
 In the distance stretches the bay. 
 
 All is so still and quiet 
 
 I can hear the song of the sea, 
 
 But its doleful tune half saddens 
 This heart so gay and free. 
 
 And as the night comes creeping 
 
 Slowly, but surely on, 
 I am thankful to Him above me 
 
 For shelter until the dawn. 
 
 [12] 
 
A REMEMBRANCE 
 
 You remember, don t you Stella, 
 The morning I first met you there 
 
 Standing under the umbrella, 
 You, with lovely golden hair. 
 
 And we wandered on together, 
 Seemed as though we didn t mind 
 
 This, or any kind of weather; 
 Life to us was then sublime. 
 
 We were very young and gay, 
 
 Never thinking of the morrow; 
 But just living for the day; 
 
 Little dreaming then of sorrow. 
 
 Now full twenty years have passed; 
 
 O er many countries have I roamed, 
 And you, I dare not ask, 
 
 But I, I am alone. 
 
 [13] 
 
THE SEA 
 
 It is no wonder to me 
 
 That some men love the sea, 
 So pure and deep and blue, 
 
 So old and yet so new. 
 
 [14] 
 
THOUGHTS OF A CHILD WHILE 
 GAZING AT A STAR 
 
 Oh, little star way off up there, 
 How small you seem to me, 
 
 Yet you may hold a world as large 
 As two of ours could be. 
 
 [15] 
 
SERENADE 
 
 The night wind s softly singing 
 And the moon is all aglow; 
 
 Your lover now is waiting 
 In the garden here below. 
 
 Come, come, ere our evening 
 
 Hath passed so fast away 
 And the fresh breeze of morning 
 
 Hath kissed another day. 
 
 We ll wander far into the glen, 
 
 Where only birds and flowers dwell, 
 
 And listen to their wonder tales, 
 So much of love they have to tell! 
 
 And not until the sign of dawn 
 Comes sweeping o er the lea 
 
 Will we return again, my love, 
 To this castle by the sea. 
 
 [16] 
 
ARLEE 
 
 In a time past long ago, 
 In a land of rain and snow, 
 There lived a little maiden 
 Whose name was called 
 
 Arlee. 
 
 And no other thoughts were her s, 
 As the days their nights unfurled, 
 Than to love and in return be loved 
 
 By me. 
 
 Many an hour passed by, 
 And many silent sighs 
 Found their echoes in the heart 
 Of this little maid 
 
 Arlee. 
 
 Then September brought the day, 
 For me to go away, 
 And I with heart of sadness took 
 
 My leave. 
 
 I remember still the brook, 
 And the little shady nook, 
 Where I spent the last few moments 
 With the little maid 
 
 Arlee. 
 
 As the tears rolled down our cheeks, 
 Neither one of us could speak, 
 When we parted by the brook across 
 
 The lea. 
 
 [17] 
 
THE LONE STAR 
 
 As the sun sinks in the west 
 
 With its shimmering golden crest, 
 
 The Lone Star rises o er the sea, 
 
 She guides me in my quest, 
 
 To where I may find rest, 
 
 Then silently she watches over me. 
 
 And the many hours pass by, 
 As I slumber neath the sky, 
 Dreaming of a land to be. 
 And I hope that when I die, 
 They ll put me where I ll lie 
 So her rays will ever fall on me. 
 
 [18] 
 
IN THE GARDEN DOWN BELOW 
 
 In the twilight of the evening, 
 As the sun is bending low, 
 
 I hear a sweet voice humming 
 In the garden down below. 
 
 And its tones are oft familiar, 
 
 Seems as though I ought to know, 
 
 Just who it is that s humming 
 In the garden down below. 
 
 Then I softly draw the curtains, 
 And the ground is white as snow, 
 
 As the lights shine out upon it 
 In the garden down below. 
 
 And close beside the fountain, 
 Where the water lilies grow, 
 
 Stands my lovely Angelina 
 In the garden down below. 
 
 [19] 
 
SALTON LAND 
 
 A land of desolations, 
 The land here by a sea, 
 A place unknown of nations 
 And death for you and me. 
 Whose shores are naught but sand, 
 Whose soil ne er bears a tree, 
 A land of burning sun 
 And death for you and me. 
 
 [20] 
 
EVENING FAREWELL 
 
 Farewell ye noble mountains, 
 
 The evening doth come on 
 
 And take thee from my vision 
 
 With the setting of the sun, 
 
 And clothe thee in thy night attire 
 
 That pure blue veil of mist, 
 
 And thou dost live forever more 
 
 In a country such as this. 
 
 The snows ne er beat upon thy side 
 
 Nor rain and tempests rage, 
 
 But flowers in all their beauty hide 
 
 And on thy bosom fade. 
 
 What wonders thou hast seen and heard, 
 
 What peoples thou hast known, 
 
 What triumphs wilt thou yet perceive, 
 
 What misery and moan! 
 
 [21] 
 
THE SUICIDE 
 
 Guanguana! 
 In the gloomy dusk of night, 
 
 Guanguana! 
 I can see thy face, 
 Engraved upon a tomb so white, 
 
 Guanguana! 
 Thou, so pure and chaste. 
 
 Guanguana! 
 The roaring waters of the sea, 
 
 Guanguana! 
 
 In full light of the moon. 
 Bid me come and rest with thee, 
 
 Guanguana! 
 Eternally within thy tomb, 
 
 Guanguana! 
 Forever rest within thy tomb. 
 
 [22] 
 
EHEU! 
 
 Here I lie, within the earth, 
 The same whose womb did give me birth, 
 I cry, "O soul, art thou accursed!" 
 The answer: rumblings of my hearse. 
 
 And as the feet above me trod, 
 In tune, as thunder of the cloud, 
 I call in agony to God 
 The answer: falling of the sod. 
 
 Tempest torn, my fevered brain 
 Cries anew with every pain; 
 "Must I, to Earth, return again!" 
 The answer: tapping of the rain. 
 
 Here where worms will crawl within 
 To eat from out my heart, the sin ; 
 "Oh, could it otherwise have been!" 
 The answer: howling of the wind, 
 Eheu! Eheu! 
 
 [23] 
 
FANTASIES 
 
 [25] 
 
Oft in the night, 
 
 When everything is still, 
 
 I seem to hear you singing 
 
 Some old forgotten song; 
 
 But when I pause to listen 
 
 A pain darts through my heart, 
 
 And the only sound that greets me 
 
 Is the night wind at my door. 
 
 [27] 
 
II 
 
 As I was walking in my garden 
 
 I came upon a most beautiful flower. 
 
 I stopped to pluck it, thinking that 
 
 Its beauty and its fragrance would help 
 
 Me on my way, but there beneath 
 
 Its petals grew large thorns, and so 
 
 I left it, and passed on. 
 
 [281 
 
Ill 
 
 Little birds of the forest 
 From whence do you come 
 And whither do you go? 
 What dost thou sing 
 So merrily, so sweetly? 
 Is it the forest 
 That gives thee thy songs? 
 Dost thou know the secret 
 Beauty of the flowers? 
 Dost thou know the limits 
 Of the heavens? 
 Would that I had thy 
 Freedom and thy song. 
 Little birds of the forest 
 From whence do you come 
 And whither do you go? 
 
 [29] 
 
IV 
 
 As you passed my door yesterday, 
 
 On your way to the fountain, 
 
 A rose fell from your tresses. 
 
 I called to you, but my 
 
 Words were in vain. 
 
 Now I return it to you, 
 
 With thankfulness that 
 
 For one sweet day 
 
 It did lie upon rny heart. 
 
 [30] 
 
I once had a beautiful garden 
 
 Wherein the birds their sweetest songs did 
 
 sing, 
 
 And little brooks murmured softly and low. 
 There the flowers were rocked to sleep 
 Each evening by the gentle winds, 
 And in the morning awakened by 
 The kisses of the sun. 
 And in the midst of all 
 Stood a beautiful lake, at whose side 
 
 Was the castle "Joy." 
 
 But a great storm came and beat upon it 
 And left it coarse and rugged 
 And without beauty. 
 
 My garden was no longer a garden of flowers, 
 But a wilderness, the lake a wild 
 And furious sea, at whose side 
 Was the castle "Pain." 
 
 [31] 
 
VI 
 
 My gate is open, why do you not come in? 
 Why stand there so lovely, yet with a tear drop 
 In your eye? If it is sad you are, perchance 
 I might make you gay. If lonely 
 
 Nay, do not go away. 
 
 [32] 
 
VII 
 
 As my canoe glided into the driftwood 
 I seemed to see you standing on the shore. 
 But as the moon played full upon the 
 Mossy bank, only a pure, white lily 
 Lifted her head rocking to and fro 
 In the night breezes. 
 
 [33] 
 
VIII 
 
 In the forest today I found 
 
 A wild flower, blooming alone. 
 
 She told me the brook sang to her all day 
 
 And in the evening the winds came 
 
 To lull her to sleep. She loved 
 
 The forest for here was her home, 
 
 This little wild flower which I 
 
 Found today, blooming alone. 
 
 [34] 
 
IX 
 
 What I write when I am sad 
 I love to read when I am glad. 
 It is not that the rain spoils 
 The sunny day, to me it is more 
 Beautiful than before. Nor do the 
 Shadows of the clouds darken my 
 Path as they hide me and 
 Let me walk in peace alone. 
 So my thoughts when I am sad 
 I love to read when I am glad. 
 
 [35] 
 
X 
 
 What song doth float upon the midnight air, 
 What strange music through my window 
 
 comes 
 
 So full of sadness and of grief? 
 Is someone wandering in the forest, lost, 
 Who of loneliness is filled with fear? 
 But hark! again I hear the strain, 
 It is the death song of a swan. 
 
 [36] 
 
POEM DRAMAS 
 
 [37] 
 
"A PASSER-BY" 
 A Dramatic Play in One Act 
 
 [39] 
 
Dramatis Personae 
 
 Eugene, a man. 
 Milicent, a woman. 
 A Passer-by. 
 
 ( The action takes place at the home of Eugene 
 and Milicent.) 
 
 [41] 
 
"A PASSER-BY" 
 
 Scene A room with door in center to back 
 of stage, window on each side, over which 
 thin draperies hang.... Windows open one- 
 third. The walls are of plaster and for the 
 most part bare. There is a shelf with a lamp 
 on it. A small table is in the room to right 
 of door-way. Through the windows can be 
 seen large trees, etc., as in the center of a 
 forest. It is toward evening and the room is 
 becoming gloomy. As the curtain rises Mili- 
 cent is putting the dishes on the table and 
 preparing the supper, humming a tune as she 
 goes about her duties. The door opens and 
 Eugene is seen standing in the door-way, the 
 wind blowing through his hair. The trees 
 are rocking to and fro and the leaves blowing 
 about in the forest. 
 
 Eugene: Milicent! 
 
 (She runs to him as he closes the door and 
 steps into the room. He takes her into 
 his arms. The darkness of the night is 
 coming on.) 
 
 Like unto the forest flower 
 Which in virgin soil doth grow, 
 Thou, my darling Milicent, 
 Ever lovely as a rose. 
 
 [43] 
 
Milicent: 
 
 Gene, 
 
 How oft when you re away 
 I within my room do pray 
 For all the qualities of life 
 Which will help you in your strife. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 This one thought above all else: 
 To be your true and loving wife. 
 
 Eugene: 
 
 Ah, thy voice is always sweet 
 As the singing of a bird, 
 Often though the wind doth sigh, 
 Sad and weary thy reply, 
 I, in silence, wonder why. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 Can it be that thou art tired 
 Of this wild and lonely wood, 
 Wouldst thou in some distant land abide? 
 
 Milicent: 
 
 Nay, nay, Gene I would not part 
 From thee for distant lands of old; 
 For thou my body, soul and heart 
 Hath within thine own enfolded. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 Oh that I might always be 
 Safely here with thee. 
 
 [44] 
 
Eugene: 
 
 No one in this world can sever 
 These two hearts while thus together. 
 
 Milicent: 
 
 (Running lightly toward the shelf where 
 sits a lamp.) 
 
 Darkness has come over all. 
 
 (Takes the lamp, lights it, and places it on 
 the table. Then continues to prepare 
 the supper.) 
 
 Eugene : 
 
 Ever on this earth must fall 
 
 Until within the bonds of rest 
 
 The universe doth pass; 
 
 Then God shall rule the world with song 
 
 Where now in grief we pass along. 
 
 (TLugene draws up two chairs and places 
 them on the opposite sides of the table. 
 Milicent finishes preparing the supper 
 and they both take their seats at the 
 table. The wind begins to howl outside 
 and the lamp flickers.) 
 
 [45] 
 
Milicent: A storm is brewing ! 
 
 (The wind blows the door open and the 
 rain begins to fall in torrents. The 
 lightning flashes through the windows 
 and open door. Eugene hurries to the 
 door and closes it, then shuts the win 
 dows tight. The door is blown open 
 again and a great sheet of rain, a few 
 leaves and a rose blow through the door 
 way, falling at the feet of Milicent who 
 is standing with her hands clasped watch 
 ing Eugene. He closes the door again 
 and bolts it.) 
 
 Eugene : 
 
 (Looking down at the rose on the floor 
 then picking it up and holding it in the 
 palm of his hand.) 
 
 See how the storm hath rent the rose, 
 Which by our door did bloom so fair; 
 Only a little while ago 
 Its fragrance filled the air. 
 
 Milicent: 
 
 And torn the leaves from off the bough 
 To drown them in the rain. 
 Who could ever be so cruel, 
 On whom is laid the blame? 
 
 [46] 
 
Eugene : 
 
 So in life the lovliest flowers 
 Before the storm must fall; 
 And many a soul has passed beyond 
 Not knowing why the call. 
 
 (Milicent gathers the leaves and places 
 them in Eugene s hand. He lays them 
 on the table and they are seated, resum 
 ing their supper. The wind rattles the 
 windows and the storm rages. Milicent 
 stops eating and places her hands over 
 her eyes.) 
 
 Milicent: An awful stupor o er me comes. 
 Eugene: You are frightened by the storm. 
 
 Milicent: I thought I heard a knock and 
 groan. 
 
 Eugene: Milicent, there is no harm. 
 
 (Three knocks are heard at the door. They 
 both listen and the three knocks are 
 repeated.) 
 
 Eugene : 
 
 Some stranger o er the country roams, 
 Should we offer shelter here within our 
 home? 
 
 [47] 
 
Milicent: 
 
 Yes, for long may be his way, 
 And many hours will pass 
 Before the dawn of day. 
 
 (Eugene goes to the door and opens it. The 
 storm is still raging and the rain is fall 
 ing in torrents. A tall person garbed in 
 black draperies glides into the room, 
 passing Milicent, then is lost in the dark 
 ness. As the person passes Milicent she 
 sinks into her chair. Eugene has closed 
 the door and is standing in awe watching 
 her as she sinks into the chair. He 
 rushes to her and takes her into his 
 arms.) 
 
 Eugene: Milicent! Milicent! 
 
 (Curtain.) 
 
 [48] 
 
"FISHERMEN OF THE SEA" 
 A Dramatic Play In One Act 
 
 [49] 
 
Dramatis Personae 
 
 Friedrich, first fisherman. 
 Ludwig, second fisherman. 
 Johann, third fisherman, son of Ludwig, 
 lover of Louise. 
 
 Clara, wife of Ludwig. 
 Wilhelmina, little daughter of Ludwig. 
 Louise, a young woman, daughter of Fried- 
 rich. 
 
 ( The action takes place by the sea shore.) 
 
 [51] 
 
"FISHERMEN OF THE SEA" 
 
 Scene Early morning by the seashore. 
 The sea stretching out over indefinite space in 
 the back of stage. A large pile on the shore 
 to which a fisherman s boat is fastened. In 
 the distance and to right of stage can be seen 
 the faint light of a light-house. The sun is 
 still below the horizon but the early grey 
 light of dawn is over all. The sun rises very 
 slowly. 
 
 A lone figure of a fisherman dressed for his 
 day s work appears from left of stage like a 
 shadow against the grey outline. Two other 
 fishermen dressed likewise come from right 
 of stage. Their nets have been drying along 
 the seashore. They gather them and make 
 preparations for the day s work. While they 
 work the sun appears, casting its rays over 
 the horizon and making the scene a little 
 lighter. 
 
 (Enter Friedrich from left of stage.) 
 (Enter Ludwig and Johann from right of 
 stage.) 
 
 [S3] 
 
Friedrich : morning 
 Ludwig: morning 
 
 Johann: Good-morning Sir. 
 
 Ludwig (looking out over the sea): 
 
 A fine and dusky morn, 
 A smooth and quiet sea, 
 This day should see us shorn 
 From all calamity. 
 
 (They pick up their nets and begin to 
 untangle them.) 
 
 Johann (to the father, laughingly): 
 
 A sailor, old as thou, 
 Should know at least by now: 
 A quiet sea at starting 
 Proves not the same at parting. 
 
 (Enter Clara with daughter Wilhelmina. 
 Friedrich and Johann continue preparing 
 for day s work. Ludwig walks toward 
 Clara and Wilhelmina.) 
 
 Ludwig: 
 
 We shall soon be off 
 
 But will return by sun-down. 
 
 Johann (to his mother): 
 
 Why where is Louise? 
 
 [54] 
 
Clara: She will be here anon. 
 
 Friedrich (turning to see where Ludwig and 
 Johann are sees Clara and, leaving his 
 work, walks to where she is.) 
 
 Where is my fair Louise? 
 Clara: She will be here anon. 
 Friedrich: How pretty is Wilhelmina! 
 Johann: Every day more so. 
 
 Ludwig: She gets that from her mother. 
 (Louise comes running in from left of stage 
 laughing and carrying a basket on her 
 arm.) 
 
 Louise: I am rather slow. 
 
 (She looks down at her basket.) 
 
 But here I bring a basket 
 Full of good things to eat, 
 Some are more substantial, 
 Then too there are some sweets 
 
 (whispering aside to Johann) 
 For you Johann. 
 
 (Louise places the basket on the ground 
 and with Johann turns away from others, 
 walking toward the boat.) 
 
 [55] 
 
Johann : 
 
 All the sweets together 
 Could not to one compare 
 
 (They stop about half way to the boat as 
 Ludwig calls. The others then pass them 
 and go on td the boat while Johann and 
 Louise resume their conversation where 
 they are standing.} 
 
 Ludwig: 
 
 Ho! the sun is rising high 
 So let us now be off, 
 For soon the night will lie, 
 And we must fill our trough. 
 
 (They all walk to boat except Johann and 
 Louise.) 
 
 Louise : 
 
 Sometimes in stormy weather, 
 
 When the waves are beating high, 
 
 And the sun has left its place 
 
 Within the darkened sky, 
 
 And all is darker than the darkest part 
 
 of night, 
 
 I fear for thy safety Johann, 
 And am filled with fright. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 [56] 
 
If thou should st ever lose thy way 
 I shall wait here day by day 
 Till thou dost come again. 
 
 (Johann takes Louise into his arms. The 
 others are gazing out to sea. A large 
 black ship whose sail has a red falcon 
 painted on it is seen passing far out to 
 sea. It is nearing the horizon.) 
 
 Clara: 
 
 What ship is that whose sail 
 Doth carry such an emblem? 
 
 Ludwig: Is it the Noresmen s trail? 
 Friedrich: Such ships are seen here seldom. 
 
 Ludwig: 
 
 And a Norsemen s ship it is; 
 But why the falcon red? 
 
 Clara: 
 
 Perhaps it is the ship 
 
 Which carries naugh but dead, 
 
 Of those slain in battle, 
 
 And those whose hearts have bled 
 
 For their country and their home. 
 
 [57] 
 
Friedrich: 
 
 Yes, some such custom I have known. 
 (The ship passes beyond the horizon.) 
 
 Johann (to Louise): 
 
 The winds which play upon the sea, 
 Singing softly, merrily, 
 Often bring a kiss to me, 
 And I know it is from thee 
 
 Louise; 
 
 And the cross thou gavest me 
 Next my heart shall always be. 
 
 Ludwig: Ho! we must be off! 
 
 (Johann walks to the boat. Ludwig un 
 fastens the rope. Johann sets the basket 
 into the boat then the three push the 
 boat into the water, jumping in as it 
 touches the water.) 
 
 Ludwig: We ll return by sun-down. 
 
 (They take up their oars and pull away 
 to left of stage. The women stand on 
 the shore watching them. Wilhelmina 
 is waving a small white handkerchief. 
 The boat is hardly out of sight when a 
 
 [58] 
 
small black cloud appears. Also the 
 ship with its falcon sail appears at the 
 horizon for a few seconds then is lost 
 again to sight. The women turn to go 
 home and walk silently for a few steps.) 
 
 Louise: A cloud I see aloft. 
 
 Clara: I ll hope twill soon be gone. 
 
 (They pass out to right of stage, Wilhel- 
 mina going with them. The ship appears 
 again at the horizon and the sky is soon 
 filled with clouds. A few distant peals 
 of thunder are heard now and then and 
 an occasional flash of lightning is seen. 
 Soon the clouds fill the sky and it grows 
 very dark. The winds begin to howl. 
 Louise runs onto the stage frantically.) 
 
 Louise : 
 
 A storm! A storm! 
 
 O God! keep them from harm. 
 
 (Clara comes running in. The wind is 
 blowing the hair and skirts of both 
 madly.) 
 
 [59] 
 
Clara: 
 
 Come, come within the shelter, 
 We can do nothing here, 
 But sit and calmly wait 
 Until the sky is clear. 
 
 (The sea becomes furious and the rain 
 begins to fall. Louise and Clara rush, 
 hand in hand, off the stage to right. In 
 the flashlings of the lightning the ship 
 with the falcon sail can be seen hover 
 ing about in mid-sea. The storme rages 
 for awhile but soon begins to calm. The 
 sky clears and there is a beautiful sunset. 
 The ship cannot be seen. Louise and 
 Clara appear and walk to the water s 
 edge, gazing out over the sea.) 
 
 Louise: Thinkest thou that they are lost? 
 
 Clara: 
 
 I am afraid to think, 
 
 I pray, only tempest tossed, 
 
 Now safe within the brink. 
 
 (They gaze out over the sea in silence. 
 Darkness comes on and the stars are be 
 ginning to sparkle in the sky.) 
 
 [60] 
 
Clara: 
 
 Wilhelmina 
 
 I must look after her. 
 
 (Clara passes out to right of stage. Louise 
 is standing close to the water s edge a 
 lone outline against the sea and sky and 
 remains here for some time in silence. 
 The moon rises into the heavens, making 
 a soft, grey light over all. The ship 
 appears a dull outline near the hori 
 zon and moves slowly along. The light 
 is seen in the light-house. Clara returns.) 
 
 Clara: Hast thou seen naught of them? 
 Louise : Naught 
 
 Clara: Hast thou seen any fishermen? 
 Louise : None 
 
 Clara: 
 
 Yon boat upon the waters still doth float, 
 And so Louise . . . there is hope. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 The night is colder growing, 
 We should be homeward going. 
 
 [61] 
 
Louise : 
 
 I shall here remain 
 Until the sky is bare 
 Of all the sparkling stars 
 Now existing there; 
 Until the moon forever goes 
 Away from sight of man, 
 Until the earth becomes 
 A place of frozen sand, 
 Until the depths of sea 
 Become a desert land, 
 I shall here remain 
 Until he comes again. 
 
 (Clara walks slowly with bowed head pass 
 ing out to right of stage. Louise remains 
 motionless. The ship with the falcon 
 sail is seen again near the horizon. It 
 is slowly moving out of sight.) 
 
 Louise: 
 
 O moon who oft hath seen us in our walk, 
 O stars who guided us upon the sea, 
 O wind in which his sail has caught, 
 Bring him safely home again to me. 
 
 (As the ship disappears beyond the horizon 
 a cross is thrown from the sea, falling 
 at the feet of Louise, who grasps it and 
 holds it high above her head.) 
 
 [62] 
 
Louise : 
 
 Johann! Johann! 
 It is thy cross! 
 Johann! Johann! 
 Forever lost! 
 
 (Curtain) 
 
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