Why, thou hast a friend,
A sweet companion in thy grief to soothe
Thy loneliness, and feed on thy bright smiles,
Thrill with thine accents, with impassioned reverence
Enclasp thine hand, and with enchained eyes
Gaze on thy glorious presence. O, Alarcos!
Art thou not worshipped now? What, can it be,
That there is one, who walks in Paradise,
Nor feels the air immortal?
I:3:48 ALAR.
Let my curse
Descend upon the hour I left thy walls,
My father's town!
I:3:49 SOL.
My blessing on thy curse!
Thou hast returned, thou hast returned, Alarcos?
I:3:50 ALAR.
To despair.
I:3:51 SOL.
Yet 'tis not the hour he quitted
Our city's wall, it is the tie that binds him
Within those walls my lips would more denounce,
But ah, that tie is dear!
I:3:52 ALAR.
Accursed be
The wiles that parted us; accursed be
The ties that sever us
I:3:53 SOL.
Thou'rt mine.
I:3:54 ALAR.
For ever.
Thou unpolluted passion of my youth,
My first, my only, my enduring love!
[They embrace.]
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