DEIRDRE. MUSICIANS’ SONG.—III. Farr.
Florence Farr.
First Musician.
They are gone, they are gone
The proud may lie by the proud.
Second Musician.
Though we were bidden to sing, cry nothing Loud.
First Musician.
They are gone, they are gone.
Second Musician.
Whispering were enough.
First Musician.
Into the secret wilderness of their love.
Second Musician.
A high grey cairn.
What more to be said?
First Musician.
Eagles have gone into their cloudy bed.