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Where late she rul'd her household, I should feel
A sighing presence as the log burn'd low,
And mark a gray shade bend a moment's space
To bless—if ghost may bless—the cradled babe,
The mother left behind her, friend farewell,
Seek a bride elsewhere, I am not for you!

Cassandre:

Here is a pretty coil about a tree!

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(Peregrina's song is heard in the distance. After first verse she appears down centre with Hermes.)

⁠PEREGRINA'S SONG.

Far, very far, steer by my star,
Leaving the loud world's 'wildering clamour,
In the mid-sea waits you maybe
⁠The isle of glamour where Beauty reigns