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Clasp me close in thy strong arm;—
Let us fly where summer's sun
Brand.
Never more that plague shall bind me.
The Phantom.
Ah, Brand, all is not yet won.
Brand.
[Shaking his head.]
I have flung that dream behind me.
Me no more that phantom-strife's
Horror thrills;—but Life's! but Life's!
The Phantom.
Life's?
Brand.
Come, Agnes, where I lead!
The Phantom.
Brand, what is it thou wilt do?
Brand.
What I must: the <g>dream</g> make <g>true</g>,—
Live the vision into deed.
The Phantom.
Ha, thou canst not! Think but whither
That road led thee.
Brand.
Thither! Thither!
The Phantom.
What thou dared'st, dream-beguiled,
Wilt thou, whole and waking, dare?
