the little dream-第2章
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The scene falls quite dark
SCENE II
The scene is slowly illumined as by dawn。 SEELCHEN is still
lying on the window seat。 She sits up； freeing her face and
hands from the blankets； changing the swathings of deep sleep
for the filmy coverings of a dream。 The wall of the hut has
vanished； there is nothing between her and the three mountains
veiled in mist； save a through of darkness。 There； as the peaks
of the mountains brighten； they are seen to have great faces。
SEELCHEN。 Oh！ They have faces！
The face of THE WINE HORN is the profile of a beardless youth。
The face of THE COW HORN is that of a mountain shepherd。
solemn； and broom； with fierce black eyes； and a black beard。
Between them THE GREAT HORN； whose hair is of snow； has a high。
beardless visage； as of carved bronze； like a male sphinx；
serene； without cruelty。 Far down below the faces of the peaks。
above the trough of darkness； are peeping out the four little
heads of the flowers of EDELWEISS； and GENTIAN； MOUNTAIN
DANDELION； and ALPENROSE； on their heads are crowns made of
their several flowers； all powdered with dewdrops； and when THE
FLOWERS lift their child…faces little tinkling bells ring。
All around the peaks there is nothing but blue sky。
EDELWEISS。 ＇In a tiny voice＇ Would you？ Would you？ Would you？
Ah！ ha！
GENTIAN； M。 DANDELION； ALPENROSE ＇With their bells ranging
enviously＇ Oo…oo…oo！
From behind the Cow HORN are heard the voices of COWBELLS
and MOUNTAIN AIR：
〃Clinkel…clink！ Clinkel…clink！〃
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
From behind THE WINE HORN rise the rival voices Of VIEW OF
ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM； and THINGS IN BOOKS：
〃I am Italy！ Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember the things in books！〃
And all call out together； very softly； with THE FLOWERS
ringing their bells。 Then far away like an echo comes a
sighing：
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
And suddenly the Peak of THE COW HORN speaks in a voice as
of one unaccustomed。
THE COW HORN。 Amongst kine and my black…brown sheep I Live； I am
silence； and monotony； I am the solemn hills。 I am fierceness； and
the mountain wind； clean pasture； and wild rest。 Look in my eyes。
love me alone！
SEELCHEN。 ＇Breathless＇ The Cow Horn！ He is speaking for Felsman
and the mountains。 It is the half of my heart！
THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE COW HORN。 I stalk the eternal hillsI drink the mountain snows。
My eyes are the colour of burned wine； in them lives melancholy。 The
lowing of the kine； the wind； the sound of falling rocks； the running
of the torrents； no other talk know I。 Thoughts simple； and blood
hot； strength hugethe cloak of gravity。
SEELCHEN。 Yes。 yes！ I want him。 He is strong！
The voices of COWBELLS and MOUNTAIN AIR cry out together：
〃Clinkel…clink！ Clinkel…clink！〃
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
THE COW HORN。 Little soul！ Hold to me！ Love me！ Live with me
under the stars！
SEELCHEN。 ＇Below her breath＇ I am afraid。
And suddenly the Peak of THE WINE HORN speaks in a youth's
voice。
THE WINE HORN。 I am the will o' the wisp that dances thro' the
streets； I am the cooing dove of Towns； from the plane trees and the
chestnuts' shade。 From day to day all changes； where I burn my
incense to my thousand little gods。 In white palaces I dwell； and
passionate dark alleys。 The life of men in crowds is mineof
lamplight in the streets at dawn。 ＇Softly＇ I have a thousand loves。
and never one too long； for I am nimbler than your heifers playing in
the sunshine。
THE FLOWERS； ringing in alarm； cry：
〃We know them！〃
THE WINE HORN。 I hear the rustlings of the birth and death of
pleasure； and the rattling of swift wheels。 I hear the hungry oaths
of men； and love kisses in the airless night。 Without me； little
soul； you starve and die；
SEELCHEN。 He is speaking for the gentle Sir； and the big world of
the Town。 It pulls my heart。
THE WINE HORN。 My thoughts surpass in number the flowers in your
meadows； they fly more swiftly than your eagles on the wind。 I drink
the wine of aspiration； and the drug of disillusion。 Thus am I never
dull！
The voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM； and THINGS IN
BOOKS are heard calling out together：
〃I am Italy； Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember； remember！〃
THE WINE HORN。 Love me； little soul！ I paint life fifty colours。
I make a thousand pretty things！ I twine about your heart！
SEELCHEN。 He is honey！
THE FLOWERS ring their bells jealously and cry：
〃Bitter！ Bitter！〃
THE COW HORN。 Stay with me； Seelchen！ I wake thee with the crystal
air。
The voices of COWBELLS and MOUNTAIN AIR tiny out far away：
〃Clinkel…clink！ Clinkel…clink！〃
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
And THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE WINE HORN。 Come with me； Seelchen！ My fan； Variety； shall wake
you！
The voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM and THINGS IN
BOOKS chant softly：
〃I am Italy！ Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember； remember！〃
And THE FLOWERS moan。
SEELCHEN。 ＇In grief＇ My heart！ It is torn！
THE WINE HORN。 With me； little soul； you shall race in the streets。
and peep at all secrets。 We will hold hands； and fly like the
thistle…down。
M。 DANDELION。 My puff…balls fly faster！
THE WINE HORN。 I will show you the sea。
GENTIAN。 My blue is deeper！
THE WINE HORN。 I will shower on you blushes。
ALPENROSE。 I can blush redder！
THE WINE HORN。 Little soul； listen！ My Jewels！ Silk！ Velvet！
EDELWEISS。 I am softer than velvet！
THE WINE HORN。 ＇Proudly＇ My wonderful rags！
THE FLOWERS。 ＇Moaning＇ Of those we have none。
SEELCHEN。 He has all things。
THE COW HORN。 Mine are the clouds with the dark silvered wings； mine
are the rocks on fire with the sun； and the dewdrops cooler than
pearls。 Away from my breath of snow and sweet grass； thou wilt droop；
little soul。
THE WINE HORN。 The dark Clove is my fragrance！
THE FLOWERS ring eagerly； and turning up their faces； cry：
〃We too； smell sweet。〃
But the voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM； and THINGS
IN BOOKS cry out：
〃I am Italy！ Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember！ remember！〃
SEELCHEN。 ＇Distracted＇ Oh！ it is hard！
THE COW HORN。 I will never desert thee。
THE WINE HORN。 A hundred times I will desert you； a hundred times
come back； and kiss you。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Whispering＇ Peace for my heart！
THE COW HORN。 With me thou shalt lie on the warm wild thyme。
THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE WINE HORN。 With me you shall lie on a bed of dove's feathers。
THE FLOWERS moan。
THE WINE HORN。 I will give you old wine。
THE COW HORN。 I will give thee new milk。
THE WINE HORN。 Hear my song！
From far away comes the sound as of mandolins。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Clasping her breast＇ My heartit is leaving me！
THE COW HORN。 Hear my song！
From the distance floats the piping of a Shepherd's reed。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Curving her hand at her ears＇ The piping！ Ah！
THE COW HORN。 Stay with me； Seelchen！
THE WINE HORN。 Come with me； Seelchen！
THE COW HORN。 I give thee certainty！
THE WINE HORN。 I give you chance
