If you remember me a little while,
As in the darkness I remember you.
As in the darkness I remember you.
[She hangs herself. There is quiet and then Alastair comes in.
Alastair. This is the last of nights on earth for me,
Since all is done that I was sent to do,
Down in the clachan there is wailing now
For son and husband stricken in their pride.
And on the hills lie the unburied dead
With hate and anger cold upon their lips,
Or terror still upon the frozen face.
And on the rocks the beacons are burnt out,
And in all Morven no man tends the fire,
And Lior takes his lovers back again.
Along the hills the song of Angus calls
White maidens and the beautiful young men
To dance with him to-night below the moon.
White maidens, and will Mairi go with them,
The pale lily of Morven I have held
Within my hands, and left to grow alone,
Because I love the beauty of the mist
More than the heavy fragrance of her hair,
And the dim soul that looks from her two eyes.
Since all is done that I was sent to do,
Down in the clachan there is wailing now
For son and husband stricken in their pride.
And on the hills lie the unburied dead
With hate and anger cold upon their lips,
Or terror still upon the frozen face.
And on the rocks the beacons are burnt out,
And in all Morven no man tends the fire,
And Lior takes his lovers back again.
Along the hills the song of Angus calls
White maidens and the beautiful young men
To dance with him to-night below the moon.
White maidens, and will Mairi go with them,
The pale lily of Morven I have held
Within my hands, and left to grow alone,
Because I love the beauty of the mist
More than the heavy fragrance of her hair,
And the dim soul that looks from her two eyes.
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