The Little Dream | Page 7

peace.
THE WINE HORN. I give you change.
THE COW HORN. I give thee stillness.
THE WINE HORN. I give you voice.
THE COW HORN. I give thee one love.
THE WINE HORN. I give you many.
SEELCHEN. [As if the words were torn from her heart] Both, both--I
will love!
And suddenly the Peak of THE GREAT HORN speaks.
THE GREAT HORN. And both thou shalt love, little soul! Thou shalt
lie on the hills with Silence; and dance in the cities with Knowledge.
Both shall possess thee! The sun and the moon on the mountains shall
burn thee; the lamps of the town singe thy wings. small Moth! Each
shall seem all the world to thee, each shall seem as thy grave! Thy heart
is a feather blown from one mouth to the other. But be not afraid! For
the life of a man is for all loves in turn. 'Tis a little raft moored, then
sailing out into the blue; a tune caught in a hush, then whispering on; a
new-born babe, half courage and half sleep. There is a hidden rhythm.
Change. Quietude. Chance. Certainty. The One. The Many. Burn
on--thou pretty flame, trying to eat the world! Thou shaft come to me at
last, my little soul!
THE VOICES and THE FLOWER-BELLS peal out.
SEELCHEN, enraptured, stretches her arms to embrace the sight and
sound, but all fades slowly into dark sleep.

SCENE III
The dark scene again becomes glamorous. SEELCHEN is seen with her
hand stretched out towards the Piazza of a little town, with a plane tree
on one side, a wall on the other, and from the open doorway of an Inn a
pale path of light. Over the Inn hangs a full golden moon. Against the
wall, under the glimmer of a lamp, leans a youth with the face of THE
WINE HORN, in a crimson dock, thrumming a mandolin, and singing:
"Little star soul Through the frost fields of night Roaming alone,
disconsolate-- From out the cold I call thee in Striking my dark
mandolin Beneath this moon of gold."
From the Inn comes a burst of laughter, and the sound of dancing.

SEELCHEN: [Whispering] It is the big world!
The Youth of THE WINE HORN sings On:
"Pretty grey moth, Where the strange candles shine, Seeking for
warmth, so desperate-- Ah! fluttering dove I bid thee win Striking my
dark mandolin The crimson flame of love."
SEELCHEN. [Gazing enraptured at the Inn] They are dancing!
As SHE speaks, from either side come moth-children, meeting and
fluttering up the path of light to the Inn doorway; then wheeling aside,
they form again, and again flutter forward.
SEELCHEN. [Holding out her hands] They are real! Their wings are
windy.
The Youth of THE WINE HORN sings on;
"Lips of my song, To the white maiden's heart Go ye, and whisper,
passionate. These words that burn 'O listening one! Love that flieth past
is gone Nor ever may return!'"
SEELCHEN runs towards him--but the light above him fades; he has
become shadow. She turns bewildered to the dancing moth-
children--but they vanish before her. At the door of the Inn stands
LAMOND in a dark cloak.
SEELCHEN. It is you!
LAMOND. Without my little soul I am cold. Come! [He holds out his
arms to her]
SEELCHEN. Shall I be safe?
LAMOND. What is safety? Are you safe in your mountains?
SEELCHEN. Where am I, here?
LAMOND. The Town.
Smiling, he points to the doorway. And silent as shadows there come
dancing out, two by two, two girls and two youths. The first girl is
dressed in white satin and jewels; and the first youth in black velvet.
The second girl is in rags, and a shawl; and the second youth in shirt
and corduroys. They dance gravely, each couple as if in a world apart.
SEELCHEN. [Whispering] In the mountains all dance together. Do
they never change partners?
LAMOND. How could they, little one? Those are rich, these poor. But
see!
A CORYBANTIC COUPLE come dancing forth. The girl has bare
limbs. a flame-coloured shift, and hair bound with red flowers; the

youth wears a panther-skin. They pursue not only each other. but the
other girls and youths. For a moment all is a furious medley. Then the
Corybantic Couple vanish into the Inn, and the first two couples are left,
slowly, solemnly dancing, apart from each other as before.
SEELCHEN. [Shuddering] Shall I one day dance like that?
The Youth of THE WINE HORN appears again beneath the lamp. He
strikes a loud chord; then as SEELCHEN moves towards that sound the
lamp goes out; there is again only blue shadow; but the couples have
disappeared into the Inn, and the doorway has grown dark.
SEELCHEN. Ah! What I do not