The sun is growing weary, and draws onThe fairy-haunted stillness of the night,That is the end of all my wandering.For you have heard the voices that were cryingThrough the long years of your forgetfulness,And known the end of prisoning.And known the end of prisoning. But IBid you farewell, for the last chain of allMust be destroyed, and the last honour paid.
Mairi and Calum come in.The gods are calling for the sacrifice,And on the hills the fairy harps are playing,That I must follow at the end of all.Here at the altar of the king of loveI give myself the first-fruits of his firesTo die to-night upon the sacred tree.
1st Man. We will fulfil the sacrifice hereafter,And tread behind you in the way of death.
2nd Man. The servant of the gods will go his way,That ends beyond the sight of human eyes
[They go out in reverent silence, leaving on the stage only
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