the little dream-第2部分
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And all call out together； very softly； with THE FLOWERS
ringing their bells。 Then far away like an echo comes a
sighing：
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
And suddenly the Peak of THE COW HORN speaks in a voice as
of one unaccustomed。
THE COW HORN。 Amongst kine and my black…brown sheep I Live； I am
silence； and monotony； I am the solemn hills。 I am fierceness； and
the mountain wind； clean pasture； and wild rest。 Look in my eyes。
love me alone！
SEELCHEN。 ＇Breathless＇ The Cow Horn！ He is speaking for Felsman
and the mountains。 It is the half of my heart！
THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE COW HORN。 I stalk the eternal hillsI drink the mountain snows。
My eyes are the colour of burned wine； in them lives melancholy。 The
lowing of the kine； the wind； the sound of falling rocks； the running
of the torrents； no other talk know I。 Thoughts simple； and blood
hot； strength hugethe cloak of gravity。
SEELCHEN。 Yes。 yes！ I want him。 He is strong！
The voices of COWBELLS and MOUNTAIN AIR cry out together：
〃Clinkel…clink！ Clinkel…clink！〃
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
THE COW HORN。 Little soul！ Hold to me！ Love me！ Live with me
under the stars！
SEELCHEN。 ＇Below her breath＇ I am afraid。
And suddenly the Peak of THE WINE HORN speaks in a youth's
voice。
THE WINE HORN。 I am the will o' the wisp that dances thro' the
streets； I am the cooing dove of Towns； from the plane trees and the
chestnuts' shade。 From day to day all changes； where I burn my
incense to my thousand little gods。 In white palaces I dwell； and
passionate dark alleys。 The life of men in crowds is mineof
lamplight in the streets at dawn。 ＇Softly＇ I have a thousand loves。
and never one too long； for I am nimbler than your heifers playing in
the sunshine。
THE FLOWERS； ringing in alarm； cry：
〃We know them！〃
THE WINE HORN。 I hear the rustlings of the birth and death of
pleasure； and the rattling of swift wheels。 I hear the hungry oaths
of men； and love kisses in the airless night。 Without me； little
soul； you starve and die；
SEELCHEN。 He is speaking for the gentle Sir； and the big world of
the Town。 It pulls my heart。
THE WINE HORN。 My thoughts surpass in number the flowers in your
meadows； they fly more swiftly than your eagles on the wind。 I drink
the wine of aspiration； and the drug of disillusion。 Thus am I never
dull！
The voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM； and THINGS IN
BOOKS are heard calling out together：
〃I am Italy； Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember； remember！〃
THE WINE HORN。 Love me； little soul！ I paint life fifty colours。
I make a thousand pretty things！ I twine about your heart！
SEELCHEN。 He is honey！
THE FLOWERS ring their bells jealously and cry：
〃Bitter！ Bitter！〃
THE COW HORN。 Stay with me； Seelchen！ I wake thee with the crystal
air。
The voices of COWBELLS and MOUNTAIN AIR tiny out far away：
〃Clinkel…clink！ Clinkel…clink！〃
〃Mountain air！ Mountain air！〃
And THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE WINE HORN。 Come with me； Seelchen！ My fan； Variety； shall wake
you！
The voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM and THINGS IN
BOOKS chant softly：
〃I am Italy！ Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember； remember！〃
And THE FLOWERS moan。
SEELCHEN。 ＇In grief＇ My heart！ It is torn！
THE WINE HORN。 With me； little soul； you shall race in the streets。
and peep at all secrets。 We will hold hands； and fly like the
thistle…down。
M。 DANDELION。 My puff…balls fly faster！
THE WINE HORN。 I will show you the sea。
GENTIAN。 My blue is deeper！
THE WINE HORN。 I will shower on you blushes。
ALPENROSE。 I can blush redder！
THE WINE HORN。 Little soul； listen！ My Jewels！ Silk！ Velvet！
EDELWEISS。 I am softer than velvet！
THE WINE HORN。 ＇Proudly＇ My wonderful rags！
THE FLOWERS。 ＇Moaning＇ Of those we have none。
SEELCHEN。 He has all things。
THE COW HORN。 Mine are the clouds with the dark silvered wings； mine
are the rocks on fire with the sun； and the dewdrops cooler than
pearls。 Away from my breath of snow and sweet grass； thou wilt droop；
little soul。
THE WINE HORN。 The dark Clove is my fragrance！
THE FLOWERS ring eagerly； and turning up their faces； cry：
〃We too； smell sweet。〃
But the voices of VIEW OF ITALY； FLUME OF STEAM； and THINGS
IN BOOKS cry out：
〃I am Italy！ Italy！〃
〃See mesteam in the distance！〃
〃O remember！ remember！〃
SEELCHEN。 ＇Distracted＇ Oh！ it is hard！
THE COW HORN。 I will never desert thee。
THE WINE HORN。 A hundred times I will desert you； a hundred times
come back； and kiss you。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Whispering＇ Peace for my heart！
THE COW HORN。 With me thou shalt lie on the warm wild thyme。
THE FLOWERS laugh happily。
THE WINE HORN。 With me you shall lie on a bed of dove's feathers。
THE FLOWERS moan。
THE WINE HORN。 I will give you old wine。
THE COW HORN。 I will give thee new milk。
THE WINE HORN。 Hear my song！
From far away comes the sound as of mandolins。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Clasping her breast＇ My heartit is leaving me！
THE COW HORN。 Hear my song！
From the distance floats the piping of a Shepherd's reed。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Curving her hand at her ears＇ The piping！ Ah！
THE COW HORN。 Stay with me； Seelchen！
THE WINE HORN。 Come with me； Seelchen！
THE COW HORN。 I give thee certainty！
THE WINE HORN。 I give you chance！
THE COW HORN。 I give thee peace。
THE WINE HORN。 I give you change。
THE COW HORN。 I give thee stillness。
THE WINE HORN。 I give you voice。
THE COW HORN。 I give thee one love。
THE WINE HORN。 I give you many。
SEELCHEN。 ＇As if the words were torn from her heart＇ Both； bothI
will love！
And suddenly the Peak of THE GREAT HORN speaks。
THE GREAT HORN。 And both thou shalt love； little soul！ Thou shalt
lie on the hills with Silence； and dance in the cities with
Knowledge。 Both shall possess thee！ The sun and the moon on the
mountains shall burn thee； the lamps of the town singe thy wings。
small Moth！ Each shall seem all the world to thee； each shall seem
as thy grave！ Thy heart is a feather blown from one mouth to the
other。 But be not afraid！ For the life of a man is for all loves in
turn。 'Tis a little raft moored； then sailing out into the blue； a
tune caught in a hush； then whispering on； a new…born babe； half
courage and half sleep。 There is a hidden rhythm。 Change。
Quietude。 Chance。 Certainty。 The One。 The Many。 Burn onthou
pretty flame； trying to eat the world！ Thou shaft come to me at
last； my little soul！
THE VOICES and THE FLOWER…BELLS peal out。
SEELCHEN； enraptured； stretches her arms to embrace the sight
and sound； but all fades slowly into dark sleep。
SCENE III
The dark scene again becomes glamorous。 SEELCHEN is seen with her
hand stretched out towards the Piazza of a little town； with a plane
tree on one side； a wall on the other； and from the open doorway of
an Inn a pale path of light。 Over the Inn hangs a full golden moon。
Against the wall； under the glimmer of a lamp； leans a youth with the
face of THE WINE HORN； in a crimson dock； thrumming a mandolin； and
singing：
〃Little star soul
Through the frost fields of night
Roaming alone； disconsolate
From out the cold
I call thee in
Striking my dark mandolin
Beneath this moon of gold。〃
From the Inn comes a burst of laughter； and the sound of
dancing。
SEELCHEN： ＇Whispering＇ It is the big world！
The Youth of THE WINE HORN sings On：
〃Pretty grey moth；
Where the strange candles shine；
Seeking for warmth； so desperate
Ah！ fluttering dove
I bid thee win
Striking my dark mandolin
The crimson flame of love。〃
SEELCHEN。 ＇Gazing enraptured at the Inn＇ They are dancing！
As SHE speaks； from either side come moth…children； meeting and
fluttering up the path of light to the Inn doorway； then
wheeling aside； they form again； and again flutter forward。
SEELCHEN。 ＇Holding out her hands＇ They are real！ Their wings are
windy。
The Youth of THE WINE HORN sings on；
〃Lips of my song；
To the white maiden's heart
Go ye； and whisper； passionate。
These words that burn
'O listening one！
Love that flieth past is gone
Nor ever may return！'〃
SEELCHEN runs towards himbut the light above him fades； he has
become shadow。 She turns bewildered to the dancing moth…
childrenbut they vanish before her。 At the door of the Inn
stands LAMOND in a dark cloak。
SEELCHEN。 It is you！
LAMOND。 Without my little soul I am cold。 Come！ ＇He holds out his
arms to her＇
SEELCHEN。 Shall I be safe？
LAMOND。 What is safety？ Are you safe in your mountains？
SEELCHEN。 Where am I； here？
LAMOND。 The Town。
Smiling； he points to the doorway。 And silent as shadows there
come dancing out； two by two； two girls and two youths。 The
first girl is dressed in white satin and jewels； and the first
youth in black velvet。 The second girl is in rags； an
