Music.

Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow Pierces the veil of timeless night: Molten spheres, whose tempests narrow Their floods to a beam of gentle light, To charm with a moonray quenched from fire The land of delight, the land of desire.

F. (to R.). That is the major-domo Gregory With the white locks. Take him aside, he is deaf.

(During next verse R. makes his way to G., and they are seen talking aside during the other dialogue.)

Music continued—

Smile of love—a flower planted, Sprung in the garden of joy that art: Eyes that shine with a glow enchanted, Whose spreading fires encircle my heart, And warm with a noonray drenched in fire My land of delight, my land of desire!