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SONG OF THE SUN-FAYS
Here in your garden green and fairSoft you may sleep and know not care:
Sleep in your Paradise under the sky
And we will sing your lullaby.
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Sunlit beside you gleams the pool,
Sunlit and slumberous Summer goes by
And we will sing your lullaby.
[They sink down upon the grass: the stillness of the garden becomes one with the Youth's dream.
Enter, as in a vision of that dream, a Mother and her two Boys: the Boys see the Fays and run towards them, but are stayed by a sudden throb of guns.
Enter from behind the Veiled Figure a Boy with a Drum: he marches up to the two Mortal Children, touches them on the breast and signs to them to follow him. The Mother darts forward and lays her arms around them, speaking to the Boy with the Drum, in great alarm.]
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