28.
The large doors were opened,duickly
The music ceased and all was still,
So still, as if it were the middle of the night.
Then we went through a small passage way,
Which was unovered. The walls seemed endless, and over us the sky
Wider, than ever seemed it,with rosy Iouds.
Then we descended steps intohe darkness--
I saw not the Duke,I saw naught more,
But suddenly his voice sounded near,
Whispering "Beatrice" in my ear,
Then it grow lighter, green candles blaged,
In a hanging lamp over the bed,I saw
The Duke s eyes glisten over me –
And felt his laps come close to mine,
I can still feel his breath--and then I wake.
Filippo
Beatrice!
Beatrice
( Somewhat frightened, doubtful but not understanding.)
Was it not a most among dream?
Filippo
Beatrice!
And so you come to me?
Beatrice
should I not come?
No, how strange you look. What is in your mind?
Filippo
You come here so besmirched--
Beatrice
( lfrightly as if she misundertood.)
T' was but a dream!
Filippo
I would t'were true, Beatrice!
Then I could look upon you without pain or aversion
Life settles everything.
Dreams are desires without courage,
They're bold wishes that in the light of day
Shrink back into the corners of our soul,
And only dare to show themselves at night;