Blinks on the traveller's eye, and cheers his heart;
Or signal-torch, that from my Lady's bower
Tells wand'ring knights the revels are begun;
Or blazing brand, that from the vintage-house
O' long October nights, thro' the still air
Looks rouzingly.To have our gallant Beacon
Ta'en for a lazar-house!
Bast. Well, Maiden, as thou wilt: thy gentle Mistress
Of all these things may chuse what likes her best,
To paint more clearly how her noble fire
The distant seaman cheers, who bless the while
The hand that kindled it.
Aur. Shall I be bless'd
By wand'ring men returning to their homes?
By those from shipwreck sav'd, again to cheer
Their wives, their friends, their kindred? Bless'd by those!
And shall it not a blessing call from heaven?
It will; my heart leaps at the very thought:
The seamen's blessing rests upon my head
To charm my wand'rer home.
Heap on more wood:
Let it more brightly blaze.—Good Bastiani,
Hie to thy task, and we'll assist thee gladly.
(As they begin to occupy themselves with the fire, the sound of distant voices, singing in harmony, is heard under the stage as if ascending the cliff.)
Aur. What may it be?
