MARY. A little queer old man Made me a sign to show he wanted fire To light his pipe.
BRIDGET. The good people beg for milk and fire Upon May Eve??woe to the house that gives, For they have power upon it for a year.
SHAWN. What is it draws you to the chill o the wood? There is a light among the stems of the trees That makes one shiver.
THE CHILD. When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin, My feet unsteady. When the leaves awaken My mother carries me in her golden arms; Ill soon put on my womanhood and marry The spirits of wood and water, but who can tell When I was born for the first time? I think I am much older than the eagle cock That blinks and blinks on Ballygawley Hill, And he is the oldest thing under the moon.
(BRIDGET returns with the honey and fills Porringer with milk.)
THE CHILD. Hide it away! And cover it out of sight and out of mind!
THE CHILD. But I can lead you, newly?married bride, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue, And where kind tongues bring no captivity; For we are but obedient to the thoughts That drift into the mind at a wink of the eye.
MARY. I had no sooner hung it on the nail Before a child ran up out of the wind; She has caught it in her hand and fondled it; Her face is pale as water before dawn.
FATHER HART. Their hearts are wild, As be the hearts of birds, till children come.
THE CHILD. Ah, but you love this fireside. Do you love me?
THE CHILD (caressing him) Hide it away, hide it away!
MAURTEEN (clinging to him) No!
(BRIDGET gives her more bread and honey.)
BRIDGET. Ill warm your chilly feet.
(FATHER HART takes crucifix from wall and carries it towards inner room.)
BRIDGET. She would not mind the kettle, milk the cow, Or even lay the knives and spread the cloth.
MAURTEEN. What a small bite! The milk is ready now.
(to MARY); Its well to keep old innocent customs up.
MAURTEEN BRUIN, SHAWN BRUIN, and BRIDGET BRUIN sit in the alcove at the table or about the fire. They are dressed in the costume of some remote time, and near them sits an old priest, FATHER HART.
MARY. I think that I would stay??and yet??and yet??
(A thin old arm comes round the door?post and knocks and beckons. It is clearly seen in the silvery light.
BRIDGET. That would be sacrilege!
MAURTEEN. Here are some ribbons that I bought in the town For my sons wife??but she will let me give them To tie up that wild hair the winds have tumbled.
SHAWN. Once a fly dancing in a beam of the sun, Or the light wind blowing out of the dawn, Could fill your heart with dreams none other knew, But now the indissoluble sacrament Has mixed your heart that was most proud and cold With my warm heart for ever; the sun and moon Must fade and heaven be rolled up like a scroll But your white spirit still walk by my spirit.
FATHER HART. Whose child can this be?
FATHER HART. Thus do the spirits of evil snatch their prey, Almost out of the very hand of God; And day by day their power is more and more, And men and women leave old paths, for pride Comes knocking with thin knuckles on the heart.
THE CHILD. The tortured thing Hide it away!
MARY. Father, I am right weary of four tongues: A tongue that is too crafty and too wise, A tongue that is too godly and too grave, A tongue that is more bitter than the tide, And a kind tongue too full of drowsy love, Of drowsy love and my captivity.
(SHAWN goes.)
MARY. How a Princess Edane, A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
FATHER HART. You cannot know how naughty your words are! That is our Blessed Lord.
FATHER HART. She is lost, alas!
SHAWN. Then I would mould a world of fire and dew With no one bitter, grave or over wise, And nothing marred or old to do you wrong, And crowd the enraptured quiet of the sky With candles burning to your lonely face.
Stir Up the fire, And put new turf upon it till it blaze; To watch the turf?smoke coiling from the fire, And feel content and wisdom in your heart, This is the best of life; when we are young We long to tread a way none trod before, But find the excellent old way through love, And through the care of children, to the hour For bidding Fate and Time and Change goodbye.
MARY. O, cling close to me, Because I have said wicked things to?night.
What is that ugly thing on the black cross?
(To priest) There was a Spaniard wrecked at Ocris Head, When I was young, and I have still some bottles. He cannot bear to hear her blamed; the book Has lain up in the thatch these fifty years; My father told me my grandfather wrote it, And killed a heifer for the binding of it?? But suppers spread, and we can talk and eat. It was little good he got out of the book, Because it filled his house with rambling fiddlers, And rambling ballad?makers and the like. The griddle?bread is there in front of you. Colleen, what is the wonder in that book, That you must leave the bread to cool? Had I Or had my father read orwritten books There was no stocking stuffed with yellow guineas To come when I am dead to Shawn and you.
MARY. Dear face! Dear voice!
THE CHILD. From dawn, when you must blow the fire ablaze, You work your fingers to the bone, old mother. The young may lie in bed and dream and hope, But you must work your fingers to the bone Because your heart is old.
THE CHILD. Come, newly?married bride.
SHAWN. Would that the world were mine to give it you, And not its quiet hearths alone, but even All that bewilderment of light and freedom. If you would have it.
FATHER HART. O, let me go before it is too late; It is my sin alone that brought it all.
MAURTEEN. No, no.
MAURTEEN. Hush, woman, hush!
MARY. He will smile, Father, perhaps, and open His great door.
BRIDGET. Youve married her, And fear to vex her and so take her part.
FATHER HART. It is because I put away the crucifix That I am nothing, and my power is nothing, Ill bring it here again.
(MARY takes a sod of turf from the fire and goes out through the door. SHAWN follows her and meets her coming in.)
MAURTEEN. Thats true??but shes too young to know its true.
SHAWN. Mother, if only??
MAURTEEN. Ive little blame for her; Shes dull when my big son is in the fields, And that and maybe this good womans tongue Have driven her to hide among her dreams Like children from the dark under the bed?clothes.
MARY (to SHAWN). just now when she came near I thought I heard Other small steps beating upon the floor, And a faint music blowing in the wind, Invisible pipes giving her feet the tune.
FATHER HART. You should not fill your head with foolish dreams. What are you reading?
MAURTEEN. Who was it?
(SHAWN tries to approach her and cannot.)
MARY. A little queer old woman dressed in green.
THE CHILD. Here is level ground for dancing; I will dance.
MAURTEEN. Come, sit beside me, colleen, And put away your dreams of discontent, For I would have you light up my last days, Like the good glow of the turf; and when I die Youll be the wealthiest hereabout, for, colleen, I have a stocking full of yellow guineas Hidden away where nobody can find it.
MAURTEEN. You have come indeed A long, long way??for I have never seen Your pretty face??and must be tired and hungry, Here is some bread and wine.
MAURTEEN. You are much too cross.
We must be tender to all budding things, Our Maker let no thought of Calvary Trouble the morning stars in their first song.
MAURTEEN. Her parents are to blame.
THE CHILD. Bring it me, old father.
THE CHILD. One called, I sent my messengers for milk and fire, She called again and after that I came.
MAURTEEN. O, listen to her dreamy and strange talk. Are you not cold? THE CHILD. I will crouch down beside you, For I have run a long, long way this night.
(SHAWN BRUIN leads her to a seat at the left of the door.)
THE CHILD. Hide it away, BRIDGET. I have begun to be afraid again.
MARY BRUIN goes to door and stands in it for a moment. MAURTEEN BRUIN is busy filling FATHER HARTs plate. BRIDGET BRUIN stirs the fire.)
MAURTEEN. Your hair is wet.
MAURTEEN. Some strangers came last week to Clover Hill; She must be one of them.
(She goes into the next room.)
FATHER HART. You cannot know the meaning of your words.
BRIDGET. And maybe, Father, what he said was true; For there is not another night in the year So wicked as to?night.
BRIDGET. Because I bid her clean the pots for supper She took that old book down out of the thatch; She has been doubled over it ever since. We should be deafened by her groans and moans Had she to work as some do, Father Hart; Get up at dawn like me and mend and scour; Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you, The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.
FATHER HART. . By the dear Name of the One crucified, I bid you, Mary Bruin, come to me.
MAURTEEN. No ones child at all. She often dreams that some one has gone by, When there was nothing but a puff of wind.
THE CHILD. You love that young man there, Yet I could make you ride upon the winds, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
(She takes milk from the table and carries it to the door.)
THE CHILD. Your memories have made you wise, old father; The young must sigh through many a dream and hope, But you are wise because your heart is old.
MARY. What do I care if I have given this house, Where I must hear all day a bitter tongue, Into the power of faeries BRIDGET. You know well How calling the good people by that name, Or talking of them over much at all, May bring all kinds of evil on the house.
"The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away; While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk?white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk?white arms in the air; For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; But I heard a reed of Coolaney say?? When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away."
BRIDGET. You have a comely shape.
SHAWN. Do not blame me; I often lie awake Thinking that all things trouble your bright head. How beautiful it is??your broad pale forehead Under a cloudy blossoming of hair! Sit down beside me here??these are too old, And have forgotten they were ever young.
BRIDGET. Come from that image; body and soul are gone You have thrown your arms about a drift of leaves, Or bole of an ash?tree changed into her image.
SHAWN. Awake out of that trance??and cover up Your eyes and ears.
FATHER HART. That will be the child That you would have it was no child at all.
THE CHILD. No more, mother.
THE CHILD. The wine is bitter. Old mother, have you no sweet food for me?
FATHER HART. Put it away, my colleen; God spreads the heavens above us like great wings And gives a little round of deeds and days, And then come the wrecked angels and set snares, And bait them with light hopes and heavy dreams, Until the heart is puffed with pride and goes Half shuddering and half joyous from Gods peace; And it was some wrecked angel, blind with tears, Who flattered Edanes heart with merry words.
MARY. She calls me!
What a small sip!
FATHER HART. I will confront this mighty spirit alone. Be not afraid, the Father is with us, The Holy Martyrs and the Innocents, The adoring Magi in their coats of mail, And He who died and rose on the third day And all the nine angelic hierarchies.
(Goes to door.)
MAURTEEN. Theres some one singing. Why, its but a child. It sang, "The lonely of heart is withered away." A strange song for a child, but she sings sweetly. Listen, Listen!
THE CHILD. Put on my shoes, old mother. Now I would like to dance now I have eaten, The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake, And I would like to dance until the reeds And the white waves have danced themselves asleep.
FATHER HART. She must both look and listen, For only the souls choice can save her now. Come over to me, daughter; stand beside me; Think of this house and of your duties in it.
MAURTEEN. Shawn, this is half empty; Go, bring up the best bottle that we have.
THE CHILD. Come, tell me, do you love me?
THE CHILD. Come with me, little bird.
MAURTEEN. Yes, I love you.
SHAWN. Beloved, I will keep you. Ive more than words, I have these arms to hold you, Nor all the faery host, do what they please, Shall ever make me loosen you from these arms.
MAURTEEN (to FATHER HART) It is but right that youth should side with youth She quarrels with my wife a bit at times, And is too deep just now in the old book But do not blame her greatly; she will grow As quiet as a puff?ball in a tree When but the moons of marriage dawn and die For half a score of times.
THE CHILD. Come, little bird, with crest of gold. MARY (very soft,) And yet??
(Puts crucifix in inner room.)
MAURTEEN. Persuade the colleen to put down the book; My grandfather would mutter just such things, And hewas no judge of a dog or a horse, And any idle boy could blarney him; just speak your mind.
BRIDGET. I have some honey.
MARY. They have taken away the blessed quicken wood, They will not bring good luck into the house; Yet I am glad that I was courteous to them, For are not they, likewise, children of God?
(All except SHAWN and MARY BRUIN gather behind the priest for protection.)
THE CHILD. Come, little bird with silver feet!
FATHER HART. No, I will face her.
"The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away." (She dances.)
THE CHILD. I am welcome here. For when I tire of this warm little house There is one here that must away, away.
MAURTEEN. O, who would think to find so young a girl Loving old age and wisdom?
THE CHILD. You shall go with me, newly?married bride, And gaze upon a merrier multitude. White?armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds, Feacra of the hurtling foam, and him Who is the ruler of the Western Host, Finvarra, and their Land of Hearts Desire, Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song. I kiss you and the world begins to fade.
THE CHILD. I hear them sing, "Come, newly?married bride, Come, to the woods and waters and pale lights." MARY. I will go with you.
FATHER HART. It may be truth We do not know the limit of those powers God has permitted to the evil spirits For some mysterious end. You have done right.
FATHER HART. O she is of the faery people.
BRIDGET. Shed never do a turn if I were silent.
A room with a hearth on the floor in the middle of a deep alcove to the Right. There are benches in the alcove and a table; and a crucifix on the wall. The alcove is full of a glow of light from the fire. There is an open door facing the audience to the Left, and to the left of this a bench. Through the door one can see the forest. It is night, but the moon or a late sunset glimmers through the trees and carries the eye far off into a vague, mysterious World.
BRIDGET. She is the child of gentle people; look At her white hands and at her pretty dress. Ive brought you some new milk, but wait a while And I will put it to the fire to warm, For things well fitted for poor folk like us Would never please a high?born child like you.
(Distant dancing figures appear in the wood.)
FATHER HART. Because you are so young and like a bird, That must take fright at every stir of the leaves, I will go take it down.
MARY. Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house! Let me have all the freedom I have lost; Work when I will and idle when I will! Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
FATHER HART. The Cross will keep all evil from the house While it hangs there.
BRIDGET. Shes old enough to know that it is wrong To mope and idle.
FATHER HART. Colleen, they are the children of the fiend, And they have power until the end of Time, When God shall fight with them a great pitched battle And hack them into pieces.
MARY. I can hear songs and dancing.
SHAWN. She is dead!
He may be dressed as a friar. There is food and drink upon the table. MARY BRUIN stands by the door reading a book. If she looks up she can see through the door into the wood.
BRIDGET. The young are idle.
FATHER HART. Did but the lawless angels see that door They would fall, slain by everlasting peace; And when such angels knock upon our doors, Who goes with them must drive through the same storm.
(He brings in the faery child.)
(A Voice singing in the wood.)
THE CHILD. I keep you in the name of your own heart.
FATHER HART. My daughter, take his hand??by love alone God binds us to Himself and to the hearth, That shuts us from the waste beyond His peace From maddening freedom and bewildering light.
BRIDGET. I am afraid.
BRIDGET. Youve given milk and fire Upon the unluckiest night of the year and brought, For all you know, evil upon the house. Before you married you were idle and fine And went about with ribbons on your head; And now??no, Father, I will speak my mind She is not a fitting wife for any man??
MAURTEEN. Look, look! There something stops him??look how he moves his hands As though he rubbed them on a wall of glass!
(MARY BRUIN has taken a bough of quicken wood from a seat and hung it on a nail in the doorpost. A girl child strangely dressed, perhaps in faery green, comes out of the wood and takes it away.)
BRIDGET. Shes given milk away. I knew she would bring evil on the house.
MAURTEEN. Do not be cross; she is a right good girl! The butter is by your elbow, Father Hart. My colleen, have not Fate and Time and Change Done well for me and for old Bridget there? We have a hundred acres of good land, And sit beside each other at the fire. I have this reverend Father for my friend, I look upon your face and my sons face?? Weve put his plate by yours??and here he comes, And brings with him the only thing we have lacked, Abundance of good wine.
FATHER HART. When the Almighty puts so great a share Of His own ageless youth into a creature, To look is but to love.
THE CHILD. But you love Him?
THE CHILD. Stay and come with me, newly?married bride, For if you hear him you grow like the rest; Bear children, cook, and bend above the churn, And wrangle over butter, fowl, and eggs, Until at last, grown old and bitter of tongue, Youre crouching there and shivering at the grave.
MARY. I hear them now, The unholy powers are dancing in the house.
BRIDGET. You are the fool of every pretty face, And I must spare and pinch that my sons wife May have all kinds of ribbons for her head.
FATHER HART. That is the image of the Son of God.
(To the others.)
MAURTEEN. Nothing can harm us While the good Fathers underneath our roof.
(The CHILD kneels upon the settle beside MARY and puts her arms about her.)
THE VOICE. The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away. While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk?white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk?white arms in the air For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue But I heard a reed of Coolaney say, When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung The lonely of heart is withered away MAURTEEN. Being happy, I would have all others happy, So I will bring her in out of the cold.
MAURTEEN. And thats no wonder, for when night has fallen The woods a cold and a bewildering place, But you are welcome here.
SHAWN. Mother, you are too cross.
SHAWN. I heard no steps but hers.
MARY. I would take the world And break it into pieces in my hands To see you smile watching it crumble away.
BRIDGET. She is blaspheming.
THE CHILD. Hide it away!
FATHER HART. Daughter, I point you out the way to Heaven.
MAURTEEN. And maybe it is natural upon May Eve To dream of the good people. But tell me, girl, If youve the branch of blessed quicken wood That women hang upon the post of the door That they may send good luck into the house? Remember they may steal new?married brides After the fall of twilight on May Eve, Or what old women mutter at the fire Is but a pack of lies.
MARY. O, take me with you.
MAURTEEN. You have coaxing ways, The mother was quite cross before you came.
(BRIDGET puts on the shoes, and the CHILD is about to dance, but suddenly sees the crucifix and shrieks and covers her eyes.)
(Hands it to her.)
SHAWN. Be quiet, Mother!
THE CHILD. White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird.
THE CHILD. Because you took away the crucifix I am so mighty that theres none can pass, Unless I will it, where my feet have danced Or where Ive whirled my finger?tops.
MARY. Both the tongue and face were strange.
THE CHILD. And do you love me too MARY. I do not know.
And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain?top.
THE CHILD. I tire of winds and waters and pale lights.
Cry, daughter, to the Angels and the Saints.
(She would put her arms about him, but looks shyly at the priest and lets her arms fall.)
(SHAWN comes in.)
FATHER HART. You fear because of her unmeasured prattle; She knows no better. Child, how old are you?
MARY. O, you are the great door?post of this house, And I the branch of blessed quicken wood, And if I could Id hang upon the post, Till I had brought good luck into the house.
MARY (coming to table) Theres somebody out there that beckoned me And raised her hand as though it held a cup, And she was drinking from it, so it may be That she is thirsty.
FATHER HART. I never saw her read a book before, What can it be?
(MARY BRUIN dies, and the CHILD goes.)
SHAWN (rising) Though you have made all these obedient, You have not charmed my sight and won from me A wish or gift to make you powerful; Ill turn you from the house.
MARY. Queen of Angels and kind saints defend us! Some dreadful thing will happen. A while ago She took away the blessed quicken wood.
MARY. I always loved her world??and yet??and yet??
THE CHILD (standing by the door) But clinging mortal hope must fall from you, For we who ride the winds, run on the waves, And dance upon the mountains are more light Than dewdrops on the banner of the dawn.
(Sings.)
FATHER HART. Since you have come into this barony, I will instruct you in our blessed faith And being so keen witted youll soon learn.
My colleen, I have seen some other girls Restless and ill at ease, but years went by And they grew like their neighbours and were glad In minding children, working at the churn, And gossiping of weddings and of wakes; For life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age bring the red flare again.
(Singing outside.)
MARY/ Your looks are all the candles that I need.
(Outside there are dancing figures, and it may be a white bird, and many voices singing.)
MAURTEEN (to SHAWN) What are you waiting for? You must not shake it when you draw the cork its precious wine, so take your time about it.
MAURTEEN. Come over here, and if you promise me Not to talk wickedly of holy things I will give you something.
SHAWN. Stay with me.
BRIDGET. Do not leave us.
MAURTEEN. That would be wickedness!
