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THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE.
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The Child (from the door).

White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird!


Maire Bruin.

She calls my soul!


The Child.

Come with me, little bird!


Maire Bruin.

I can hear songs and dancing!


Shawn Bruin.

Stay with me!


Maire Bruin.

Dear, I would stay—and yet and yet—


The Child.

White bird!
Come, little bird with crest of gold!


Maire Bruin (very softly).

And yet—