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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
39

Father Hart.

I will go fetch the crucifix again.

[They hang about him in terror and prevent him from moving.


Bridget Bruin.

The enchanted flowers will kill us if you go.


Maurteen Bruin.

They turn the flowers to little twisted flames.


Shawn Bruin.

The little twisted flames burn up the heart.


The Child.

I hear them call us newly-married bride.


Maire Bruin.

I will go with you.


Father Hart.

She is lost, alas!

The Child (standing by the door).

Then, follow but the heavy body of clay,
And clinging mortal hope must fall from you;

For we who ride the winds, run on the waves,