Act V

[Midnight.]     First, two white arms that held him very close,     And ever closer as he drew him back     Reluctantly, the loose gold-colored hair     A thousand delicate fibres reaching out     Still to detain him; then some twenty steps     Of iron staircase winding round and down,     And ending in a narrow gallery hung     With Gobelin tapestries--Andromeda     Rescued by Perseus, and the sleek Diana     With her nymphs bathing; at the farther end     A door that gave upon a starlit grove     Of citron and clipt palm-trees; then a path     As bleached as moonlight, with the shadow of leaves     Stamped black upon it; next a vine-clad length     Of solid masonry; and last of all     A Gothic archway packed with night, and then--     A sudden gleaming dagger through his heart.