he angels.)

    till you speak

    You s drift into eternity.

    t beats does of pearl are he floor of peace,

    And Mary of times wounded

    he long blessed hair

    of Lights

    Looks alive, not the deed,

    the deed alone.

    (ALEEL releases the ANGEL and kneels.)

    OONA. tell the floor of peace

    t I o her I love;

    t black oxen tread the world,

    And God them on behind,

    And I am broken by t.

    (A sound of far?off o come from t of t. ts ahe forms of

    tS appear faintly in the darkness.)