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And if they seek it still, and never find
Yet are they bless'd in seeking, till life's end,
When, as we hope, the very Beauty's self
May in a distant country smile on each
Who thought, who sought, who wrought, who fought for her!
(Father Bernadine retires up stage. Colette and Gilles pass to front of stage from Left.)
Colette:
Have you then nothing you would say to me?
Each day's the same, we wander hand in hand
You never tell me that my eyes are blue
Nor mark the 'sunshine captive in my hair,'
That is what someone tells meyou are dumb,
Yet once you used to say you loved me, lost
You seem, by daylight, blinking like an owl
Who waits for sunset.
