Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-05-15

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Anne-I cannot bear It: and I cannot die.
A song which occurs in Reginald's play
which the young people put on their little
stage is given here:
Love and Sorrow met in May
Crowned with rue and hawthorn spray,
:. And Sorrow smiod.
Scarce bird of all the spring
burst between them pass and sing,
And scarce a. child.
love put forth his hand to take
Sorrows wreath for sorrou's sake,
80 Her crown of rue.
Sorrow cast before her down
Even for loves sake Loves own crown,
Crowned with dew.
Winter breathed again, and spring
Covered and shrank with wounded wing
Down out of sight.
May, with all her loves laid low,
Saw no flowers but flowers OF snow
That Knocked her flight.
Love rose up with crownless head
Smiling down on springtime dead,
On wintry May.
Sorrow. like a cloud that flies
Like cloud in clearing skies,
Passed away.
In the ffth act soliloquy Is put into
Anne's mouth thus:
To bear my death about me till die
H.,
As If loved to live thus, would be worse
Than death and meaner than the sin to die.
The sin to kill myself-or think OF it
have sinned that sin already. Not day
Nearer, but burns my heart like flames and
makes
Ny thoughts within me serpents fanged with
fire.
He would not weep If were dead, and she
Would. If I make no better haste to die,
shall go mad and tell hfm-pray to him,
II not for love, for mercy on me-cry
Look ut me once-not rs you look 1t her,
But not as every day you look at mo
And see who loves you, Reginald" All,
That one should yearn at heart to do or say
What II it ever could be said or done
Would strike one dead with shamel
..= For love Of death,
For love Of death Il is that all things live.
And all Joys bring forth sorrows. Sorrow
and death
Have need Of life and love to prey upon
Lest they too die as those do. What am
That should live2 A thousand times it
I have drawn this fiasket out to look on It
And dream of dying, since first seized it
And Arthur never missed It. Yet again
The Thought strikes back and stabs me,
What arc til they 4s(, ali, that they should live.
Dief Arthur told me. surely, that this
death 81.
Was pangless-swift and soft as when be-
times,
We sink away to sleep. Ifsin tits,
will die praying for pardon: God must
see
lam no more fit to live than is bird
Wounded to death.
MnbeE1ndeed we did: Is that property
You have kept about you?
AnBe-What? where7 this-ahn no,
A-something for u touch of cold caught
n oat To-
night.
Arthur prescribed it for me.
MdbeL-Let me taste,
am holrse-I am sure must be hoarse |
With rattling out all Redgie's rant-muoh
Than you did
Anne-No; you do not want It.
MdbeL-Annei
Anne-You cannot want it, Mabel.
Mobel-How cain you
Know? Don't be positive-and selfish.
Take It. No-do not taste it, Mabel.
MnbsL-Look, |
Redgie, how strange pretty coIori Why,
one wants q name to praise it-and 1t |
smells -J
Like miles on miles of almond blossom,
Condensed in one full flower. If this had
The poison Anne and you prepared for me,
really would hav ve taken it last night
Anu uOL pTeLeHueu as QlQ, TO SIP,
And kept my lips dry. [Drinks
Reginald the flavor match :
The color2
MdbeAIts Il sweet stfange taste. Don't you
Try; you won't like 1t.
Regtndtd-Let me know, at least. TDrinks
Anne-Yon do not yet: or do you now know?
What have we done-and you, What is itY
Anne-Death,
Mabel. You see, you would not let me die
And leave you living.
She is mad-she is mad!
Reginald, nelp usher and me-but her
First.
Regia1ld- i can hardly help myself to stand.
Sit you down by me-
dnne-Can the sun still shine?
did not mean to murder you.
yet
We are dying, are We no-dyingf
d7rne-I meant
To die, and never sin again or see
How happy past all dreams of happiness
You. whom he loved, and he, who loved
you, were.