Dialogue for Bill Blakey
- Bill Blakey: How sweet I roamed from fen to fen, And tasted all the Myre's pride, 'Till I the queen of love did ken, Who in the spirit beams did glide! She shew'd me lilies in her hair, And blushing roses for her brow; She led me through her gardens fair, Where all her silver blooms do grow. With sweet Myre dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus' kiss did slowly fade; She'd caught me in her silken net, And trap'd me as this silver shade. She loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out her silver wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
- The ghost does not seem to be aware of your presence, but you sense that this might be a good place to have a rest.