December 11, 2024 • 28 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Quiet Please, Quiet Please.
Speaker 2 (00:07):
M The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet Please, which is
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written and directed by Willis Cooper, and it features Ernest Chappell.
Quiet Please for Today is called doc Rosealine.
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There was a time when I loved the rain of
night in the streets of New York. But that is
a time long gone, and I remember the wet dark
of the march evening only dimly now, and I.
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Find I have no desire now to return.
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To it, though there was a time when I loved it.
I remember the night I thought was to be my
last night on Misarf, when the streets were wet with
a bitter rain of a waning winter that night, and
I remember the sounds of New York that night. I
remember the sound of tires on the asphalt, like the
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long drawn out sound of striking a kitchen match. I
remember the skirl of whistles in the subterranean bellow of
the subway. I remember the horns sounding wetly in the
north and south traffic on sixth Avenue, and the empty
echo of voices between the buildings on forty fourth Street.
I remember the unperturbed traffic lights, red and green beacons in.
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The cold rain, and there was a red glow in.
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The sky from Times Square behind me, and lonely yellow
windows dim above me.
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In the murk, where other lonely souls the night away.
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And now I gaze on ragged rocks drenched in the
spindrift of the sea, and beyond them landward, the wholesome
green hills lie peaceful on the breast of the land,
and the sound of the pipe comes sweetly across the.
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Dams to me.
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And here the rain is a living thing, a great
gray beast that comes from the sea to fling its
fury against the ragged rocks, and hasten inland of the hills,
as if the dark men who first came to these
shores so many years ago. Thus have the remembrances of
the place that was once my home faded away. And
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it is only when the IDEs of March return that
I sit here on the shore above the furious waters,
and remember the spires of the cathedral, closed about with
the towering buildings of the city. And here again the
clamor of the carry pipes, above the searching winds of
the avenue. And now I think of the men that
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marched to the greater glory of holy Patrick on his
day in the morning, and the banners that wave above
the gay curators die from me.
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In my heart, for I have found dark rows am.
It was such a weary.
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Time ago that I sat in that room in New
York and heard those fatal words that Sellen might have fried.
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At at thirteen.
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Her very memory has blurred now, but I remember them.
The door opened, and I will closed it again quietly,
and stood for a moment silently against it. I remember
how he did not look at me, how he stood
there a moment in the thick, sick room silence. I
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remember I could not rise from my chair, even when
his voice trod on the silence of.
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That ghastly place.
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And I knew what he was saying, but his voice
seemed to come from a long way off, and his
face was unclear, And the pulse began to beat in
my temples, and it was a grid for truth to
beat upon my head. I would not believe what he
was saying. I would not acknowledge it. The pulse hammered
in my tramples, and I said to myself, and I said,
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I will not believe it dead And there was silence again,
and in the silence I heard a little small sound,
and at last I knew it was my own voice,
and the keening of the women in the farther room
rode above her own voice. And many hours after I
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was alone and there was no light.
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There is small comfort in speaking to you of the
hereafter it this time, Wayne, let me alone.
Speaker 5 (05:05):
There is some comfort, perhaps to remember that her last
hours were peaceful, there was no pain, and she died
in her sleep, unknowing.
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Next Saturday was to be our wedding day. I am
sorry for you, Wayne, I am beyond so.
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It will pass.
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Time is a great healer, Wayne, time will I will
not heal these wounds. Time or anything.
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This is the end of my life.
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You mustn't talk that way.
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And that was a fool to think it was the beginning.
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I know how you feel, Rain, you know how I feel.
How can you know you didn't love Elizabeth. You knew her,
and she was another woman, another patient to stand over
and to give medicine to, and to let die.
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As you let her die, Wayne, I didn't mean that
I won't.
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Dud did all you could, but she died.
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Elizabeth died.
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Oh no, no, no, no, Wayne, you mustn't.
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Shall I tell you about Elizabeth. Shall I tell you
of a dark hair of her flung wild in the
wind of the summer's afternoon, when we stood on a
hill together. Shall I speak of her laughter like minted gold,
and a long morning light beside the sea? Did you
know her blue eyes?
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And the candle flame at midnight in the old high
house with the rope tarns.
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I have held her hands in mine and marveled at
her voice, and aplone me.
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And Elizabeth has said she loves me.
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And you say to me, you must not. What is
there left for me without Elizabeth? How shall I live without?
I will not live without her. No, can't hold me here.
I will wayne Elizabeth.
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And the streets were wet, and the streets were dark.
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And the sounds of New York I still remember, or
what man is there? Could not remember his last day
on earth.
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I heard the muted roar of the town, and the dark.
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Hurrying figures of people were in my consciousness too, But
it was not the night to care for earthly things.
And the cold rain descended, and the sudden streets gave
back the echo, wetly of my aimless footsteps. Say to me, man,
if you have ever loved, And remember the black emptiness
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of your own heart, at your mind that ever crossed
with the thought of losing.
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Forever, that dear money yours.
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Say to me, woman, sitting there, what you would have
done in your own bright youth? Is that skinny hand
of death that snatched your lover away?
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For you too?
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Look at your wife, you man, woman, look at your husband.
Curtain of death descend between the two of you. What
would your first thought be? Would you not say, first
in your grief, death take me too?
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And so it was with me the bitter night, and
I saw the arms again, even as you would do.
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To the early ripples that they have been tied. Still
finger the timbers of the ancient piers along.
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The ro.
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There's the wonderful sound of the fog horn haunts your
dreams of a rainy night in March, when the rain
and the fog conspired to teach us what blackness there
was once in all the year. Know all the sad
boats still fly across the day and the night, and
all the people on and huddle into the lighted places,
and think uneasily of what lies deep and the waters below.
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I stood there at the side of the water.
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And there I made my peace of the city that
lay behind the swirling fog in the rain, the tall
backdrop against which I played my final scene. And presently,
as I stood composing myself, thinking sad last thoughts Albert
forgetting lost Elizabeth, and the grandeur of my own final gesture,
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presently a figure came away from the shadows and walked
slowly towards me.
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And I, like an.
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Actor who has lost his cue, paused irresidently on the rain,
soaked dead to the dock. And when he came closer,
I turned impatiently, and my footing was insecure in the
wedd in the darkened aisle, but fell into the swirl below.
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Have a care, man, let me be you're a fall
in the one.
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Let's go of me.
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That i'd been at the ebb, you'd have struggled in
vain and there'd be no one about to hear you
choking and screaming.
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In the right you'll be drowned.
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Do you see where you let me alone?
Speaker 5 (10:03):
Come away from the water's hedge, Man, it's not safe.
Away from surrounding yourself from the river will not bring
Elizabeth back? What did you?
Speaker 3 (10:14):
Who are you?
Speaker 5 (10:15):
Don't pull so you'll fall.
Speaker 1 (10:17):
What do you want? I want you to come with me.
Speaker 3 (10:19):
I haven't done anything. You were going to drown yourself?
Speaker 5 (10:23):
Is it?
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I mean of your business?
Speaker 1 (10:25):
Come with me, Wayne, Come on with me. How do
you know my name?
Speaker 3 (10:32):
I know your name, Wayne, and I knew Elizabeth.
Speaker 1 (10:37):
Come with me. You're a policeman. No, no, I'm not
a policeman.
Speaker 3 (10:43):
You said you knew Elizabeth.
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Come with me, Hi.
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Where, well, wherever it is. It's better than the watery death.
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No, son, I'm an older man than you, and I
tell you it's no good.
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Not older than I. Oh, yes, I am Wayne.
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You knew Elizabeth.
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Elizabeth wouldn't want you to do this.
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Elizabeth.
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Elizabeth wants you to live.
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Wayne, to live? What's there to live for?
Speaker 3 (11:10):
Why will you come with me?
Speaker 5 (11:12):
Then?
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And maybe I'll show you? I cannot say now. What
was a compulsion that led me to follow his steps
down the dark side and out to the end of
the wharf in the darkness. I cannot say, but I
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am glad to stay that. I heeded his words and
the soaking cold rain along the dark side in the
dark to a ladder at the end, and he paused
and took my arm again and pointed down, you were
not afraid of that water?
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A moment ago away, and.
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I looked at him, and in the gloom it seemed
that I could see the glow of the little latern
at the end of the dock.
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So he stood between me and the light.
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Down the letter to the boat await.
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The letter was wet and flamming to my hands, and
I could hear the wooden rungs creaked beneath my weight.
I did not know why I followed him, for I
could see no boat in the water below.
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But I have.
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Spoken of a compulsion. And though he spoke quietly enough
in the night, I followed him. Will you sit in
the stern, then, Wayne, while I rolled? Now was the
river such a scene, the bereaved man, the lorn lover,
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the grief stricken man about to take his own life
for a lost love, and foiled at it by another
stranger in the dark, and setting off on a copper
shell of a carticle in the windy waters of a
march to night with the same total stranger. I said
to him, where are we going? And I could feel
that he was smiling, although he did answer. I said
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again to him, do you know where you're going?
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For a young man that was about to take his
own life a few minutes ago, you show over much
concern we'll be run down by a boll We will not,
but if we do, you will drown and die.
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And is that not what you want?
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Well?
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You want to choose your own way of dying? Is
that it? Where are we going?
Speaker 5 (13:28):
You're forgetting Elizabeth in your concern for yourself way.
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I have not forgotten Elizabeth.
Speaker 3 (13:33):
Do not forget her way? For if you forget her.
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What do not forget her? Where are we?
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What do you care? Well? I be silent and think Elizabeth.
And the waives rose higher and higher, and the wind
came down about my ears, and we seemed to be
going faster and ever faster through the night, And always
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the silent man sat over against me in a little boat,
And though the waves grew mountain high in a wild night,
still they plied his oars, and stilly traveled down upon
the face of the deep. And now there was no
light to be seen in the flying scud, all but
smothered me. And I grew desperately cold, and the open
wat and again I asked him where are we going?
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They still.
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And my thoughts would not compose, and at last I
fell into a kind of restless sleep, cold and wet.
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Entirely unhappy.
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There in the boat along from the ocean, and through
my sleep I seemed to hear strange music and the
voice of my companion in the boat, and there was poetry.
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In his woods.
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Out of the glowing west. The sun was dying behind them,
up from the sea, and the night for the light
of the moon, dark for the boats, and dark for
the men in the darkness, seeking the shore of.
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The sea as they chanted their song, and.
Speaker 5 (15:14):
The night, seeking the Shan van Bote, the undying sorrowful mother,
seeking the Shan von Bot on the shore where the
Shannon descends. Stretch out your arms for sean bon boat.
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Stand on the headlands and show us away. Weep for
your sons, Oh horriful mother. The black boats are sailing,
bring us the day.
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And when I opened my eyes, the first rays of
the sun sped across the waters to me, and the
broad land lay before us, and there was a great
lazy river that came down out of the hills, and
the fresh wind was blowing at our backs, and we
rushed along on the calm breast of the sea, and
I rubbed my eyes, and I asked my companion, in amazement,
where are we? And he smiled and shook his head
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and did not answer.
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And the shore drew nearer and nearer.
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And I remembered the poetry in my dreams, and I
leaned over to him, and I said, answer me.
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They aven't asked me anything yet.
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Way, I said, where are we?
Speaker 4 (16:36):
You know?
Speaker 1 (16:36):
In a moment?
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And what is the chan van vote?
Speaker 1 (16:39):
Ask rather?
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Who is the.
Speaker 1 (16:41):
Chan van Volte?
Speaker 3 (16:43):
Who is she?
Speaker 1 (16:44):
By Wayne? She has many.
Speaker 5 (16:45):
Names, but the name we know best is the sorrowful Mother,
the weeping one who does not always weep for grief,
but sometimes for joy. Who Ah, she has many names,
And of all the women of all the world, she
is the fairest my son, and she is the one
with the fear bugs the very dark men sang to
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as they sailed their black boats across the sea from
beyond the second sun.
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I heard you in my dreams. I think I spoke
of them. I spoke of the song they sang.
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And it may be I even sang it, as she
and I are old old friends. The shan gun boat
and I and what is this place?
Speaker 3 (17:28):
Where coming to ourselves?
Speaker 5 (17:30):
Have you forgotten Elizabeth and all your curiosity than hat?
Speaker 3 (17:34):
Have not forgotten Elizabeth? Where are you taking me?
Speaker 5 (17:38):
Why to a certain place wayIn wayne shamous column o'phelan.
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I don't understand, you will. And he shook his head
and laid on the oars again. And the little black
boat headed toward the mouth of the great Gentle River.
And there drew higher land on either side, and the
green hills stretched away beyond. And I saw a woman
standing on.
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The beach at the estuary as we drew closer.
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And for a moment my heart leaped in me, for
her hair was dark like Elizabeth, since she had the
figure that I remembered so well. And then I knew
sharp despair again, for Elizabeth was decked. But I think
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my companion must have seen the gathering tears in my eyes,
for he spoke very gently.
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You remember Elizabeth again.
Speaker 4 (18:31):
I have not forgotten Elizabeth.
Speaker 3 (18:34):
I will not forget Elizabeth that as well, my son.
But tell me what is this place?
Speaker 1 (18:43):
Look about you?
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And we were in the very mouth of the river,
and the blue of the sea had turned not to
a kind of golden green from the silt that the
river brings down from the hills far beyond. And I
looked in the low hills stretched away as.
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Far as I could see.
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The sun shone on a scene of peace, and I fancied,
I gotta hear birds singing you no way.
Speaker 1 (19:06):
You are then way in a boot where look on
your left hand that is clear, and on your right.
This is the end of ten mare. This is not
a beautiful sight end in the morning.
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It is that I always loved.
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And we drew nearer to the shore, and I looked
on the shore and the woman was standing there by
the waterside, and she was dressed in a green flowing gown,
and her hair.
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Was dark like I've heard is the wing of a raven.
Speaker 3 (19:31):
And her face was peaceful to look upon, thor ravaged
with tears. And I looked from her to my companion
on a boat, and he spoke.
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To me, that is the shan Van boat.
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And the keel of the little boat graded to the shore.
And I stood up, and the woman spoke to me,
and her voice it was like my mother's voice as
I remembered it. All other words she spoke were in
a strange tongue. Knew the spile and She took my
hand and I stepped out of the boat.
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And she turned to my companion, and she knew the
spiles that the u heathern.
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Be a way over long heather.
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And I said Patrick, Patrick, And when I turned to
look at him again, he had vanished.
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From my sight.
Speaker 3 (20:31):
And I turned back to the lovely woman who had
greeted me, and she was smiling at me.
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Welcome the hole, Wayne, shame as callum old files.
Speaker 5 (20:49):
You know.
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I thought perhaps that I had come to those isles
of the blessed that had spoken of in the old
whole books. And I thought perhaps this place was heaven,
for it was very fair. And I thought in my
heart for a moment, perhaps I shall find Elizabeth here,
For I was not sure what this place was. And
it seemed that the heaven I had heard of could
not possibly be fairer. And I may say to this day,
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but as yet I have had no foretaste, no view
of heaven yet vouchsafed to me. And yet if Heaven
shall be fairer than this land set down in the
shining sea, then it would be heaven. Indeed.
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And in the long days which were the days of spring, I.
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Wanted by myself along the shore, and the sun was good,
and the sea was endless, And when the night came
there were the stars, and the night breeze was sweet.
And then the thoughts of Elizabeth came back again to
haunt me, and always my wonder grew. Had I indeed
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taken my life?
Speaker 1 (21:54):
And was this the allusians field?
Speaker 4 (21:55):
Was this the limbo for unjudged souls?
Speaker 3 (22:00):
Was I dead?
Speaker 4 (22:01):
Myself wandering till a judgment day?
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It is a true land, Wayne, See the grass beneath
your feet. How can have founded the waves? And be
sure it is all for you?
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I'm lost.
Speaker 5 (22:14):
You weep for your lost Elizabeth.
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I shall never cease to weep for her. Shan Van vote.
A day will come, Wayne, No day for me.
Speaker 6 (22:23):
A day comes when grief is forgotten.
Speaker 1 (22:26):
When you know dark Rosalie, No, who is dark Rosalie?
Speaker 4 (22:34):
Who are you? Who?
Speaker 5 (22:38):
Who is Patrick?
Speaker 6 (22:39):
We would none of us live say for Padrik. Padrick
brought the word to Patrick. Came from the lands far
beyond the under seat, and Patrick brought the cross to us.
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All you he is a young man.
Speaker 6 (22:51):
Padrick led us all from the dark mysteries of the
Pagan hills. And it was Paddick's hands that has kept
us safe for all the years of our life.
Speaker 4 (23:01):
I have not always been fair, when this.
Speaker 6 (23:04):
Place is not always been fair. Great dragons breathing fire,
and dire persons were in the hills till Padrick's bans,
and I have found much too weekfold. Wherefore they call
me the sorrowful mother, the Shan van Voat. But as
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Patrick says, in these other days, I do not always.
Speaker 3 (23:32):
Weak for them. Tell me Shaan van Voat. I was
about to die for the.
Speaker 4 (23:40):
Love of a lost one I know, is she here?
Speaker 3 (23:45):
Is Elizabeth here?
Speaker 4 (23:47):
Dark Rosaline is here?
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And then when I looked up better from the ground,
there was another woman standing where she had stood. And
this one was young and fair, and her hair was dark,
and her eyes were blue, and she smiled upon me,
and for a moment my heart stopped, for she spoke
in Elizabeth's voice.
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She had many signs.
Speaker 5 (24:14):
Of my love.
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And I sprung to my feet, and my voice shook
as I took her hand in mine, for the hand
was the hand of my lost love, Elizabeth.
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I am Rosalie, dark.
Speaker 3 (24:24):
Rosally Elizabeth, my loss Elizabeth.
Speaker 7 (24:27):
You look on me, and you find in me whatever
love you have lost. I will be in your heart forever,
and you will never cease to love me. I am
Dark Rosalie, and you will die for me if the
time comes, my lover, I so many have died for love.
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Of me before.
Speaker 5 (24:49):
I will never die.
Speaker 7 (24:51):
I lived forever, and you are mine. You will be
faithful to me forever.
Speaker 3 (25:00):
Who are you? Who are?
Speaker 7 (25:01):
I am called Dark Rosalee, and sometimes I am called Shan.
Speaker 6 (25:08):
Vanbolt, But I have another name.
Speaker 7 (25:12):
I am called Erin, and by that name am I
loved in every quarter of the globe. It is my
heart that you hear in the night.
Speaker 5 (25:24):
It is my kisses that the soft.
Speaker 4 (25:26):
Breeze of midday brings to you.
Speaker 7 (25:29):
And me is Elizabeth and Helen, and the blood of
mather sings in my veins. And I am every woman
every man of Aaron has ever loved.
Speaker 3 (25:45):
You are my lost love.
Speaker 1 (25:47):
You are.
Speaker 7 (25:48):
I am Dark Rosalie, and Holy Patrick.
Speaker 3 (25:56):
Here my ball, when the sun rise is up on
a data that is yours. Whether I walk the sands
of the desert, or whether I shall sail as seven seas,
whether I prosper, whether I beg in the streets, whether
I be living though I die, I swear I will
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remember Dark Rosalie, so her eats her no Lama.
Speaker 2 (26:57):
The title of today is Quiet Pleased or is Dark Rosaline?
It was written and directed by Willis Cooper. The man
who spoke to you was Ernest Chapel.
Speaker 3 (27:11):
And Patrick was played by Avlatimer. The area Factor with
the Sean bron Bolt, Doc Rosaline was played by Charita Barr,
and Mark Forbes played Donald.
Speaker 4 (27:26):
As usual. Music for Quiet Please God by Albert Berman.
Speaker 3 (27:32):
Now for worried about next week's buy please, Here is
my very good friend, and I write a director Willis Cooper, Bill,
thank you for listening to Quiet Please next week my
star is called the Smell of high Wines, and so
until next week. At the same time, I am quietly yours.
Speaker 2 (27:55):
Ernest Chappell, and now a listener reminder, predictions of your
future and of events in.
Speaker 1 (28:04):
The world's future are coming your way soon.
Speaker 2 (28:06):
Over this ABC station, Drew Pearson will be heard in
just a moment. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.
Speaker 4 (28:15):
This is w j Z, New York's first station.
Quiet Please, Quiet Please.
Speaker 2 (00:07):
M The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet Please, which is
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written and directed by Willis Cooper, and it features Ernest Chappell.
Quiet Please for Today is called doc Rosealine.
Speaker 3 (00:51):
There was a time when I loved the rain of
night in the streets of New York. But that is
a time long gone, and I remember the wet dark
of the march evening only dimly now, and I.
Speaker 1 (01:01):
Find I have no desire now to return.
Speaker 3 (01:03):
To it, though there was a time when I loved it.
I remember the night I thought was to be my
last night on Misarf, when the streets were wet with
a bitter rain of a waning winter that night, and
I remember the sounds of New York that night. I
remember the sound of tires on the asphalt, like the
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long drawn out sound of striking a kitchen match. I
remember the skirl of whistles in the subterranean bellow of
the subway. I remember the horns sounding wetly in the
north and south traffic on sixth Avenue, and the empty
echo of voices between the buildings on forty fourth Street.
I remember the unperturbed traffic lights, red and green beacons in.
Speaker 4 (01:47):
The cold rain, and there was a red glow in.
Speaker 3 (01:50):
The sky from Times Square behind me, and lonely yellow
windows dim above me.
Speaker 4 (01:56):
In the murk, where other lonely souls the night away.
Speaker 3 (02:02):
And now I gaze on ragged rocks drenched in the
spindrift of the sea, and beyond them landward, the wholesome
green hills lie peaceful on the breast of the land,
and the sound of the pipe comes sweetly across the.
Speaker 4 (02:16):
Dams to me.
Speaker 3 (02:18):
And here the rain is a living thing, a great
gray beast that comes from the sea to fling its
fury against the ragged rocks, and hasten inland of the hills,
as if the dark men who first came to these
shores so many years ago. Thus have the remembrances of
the place that was once my home faded away. And
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it is only when the IDEs of March return that
I sit here on the shore above the furious waters,
and remember the spires of the cathedral, closed about with
the towering buildings of the city. And here again the
clamor of the carry pipes, above the searching winds of
the avenue. And now I think of the men that
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marched to the greater glory of holy Patrick on his
day in the morning, and the banners that wave above
the gay curators die from me.
Speaker 4 (03:15):
In my heart, for I have found dark rows am.
It was such a weary.
Speaker 3 (03:31):
Time ago that I sat in that room in New
York and heard those fatal words that Sellen might have fried.
Speaker 4 (03:37):
At at thirteen.
Speaker 3 (03:39):
Her very memory has blurred now, but I remember them.
The door opened, and I will closed it again quietly,
and stood for a moment silently against it. I remember
how he did not look at me, how he stood
there a moment in the thick, sick room silence. I
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remember I could not rise from my chair, even when
his voice trod on the silence of.
Speaker 4 (04:05):
That ghastly place.
Speaker 3 (04:08):
And I knew what he was saying, but his voice
seemed to come from a long way off, and his
face was unclear, And the pulse began to beat in
my temples, and it was a grid for truth to
beat upon my head. I would not believe what he
was saying. I would not acknowledge it. The pulse hammered
in my tramples, and I said to myself, and I said,
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I will not believe it dead And there was silence again,
and in the silence I heard a little small sound,
and at last I knew it was my own voice,
and the keening of the women in the farther room
rode above her own voice. And many hours after I
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was alone and there was no light.
Speaker 1 (05:00):
There is small comfort in speaking to you of the
hereafter it this time, Wayne, let me alone.
Speaker 5 (05:05):
There is some comfort, perhaps to remember that her last
hours were peaceful, there was no pain, and she died
in her sleep, unknowing.
Speaker 3 (05:12):
Next Saturday was to be our wedding day. I am
sorry for you, Wayne, I am beyond so.
Speaker 1 (05:18):
It will pass.
Speaker 3 (05:20):
Time is a great healer, Wayne, time will I will
not heal these wounds. Time or anything.
Speaker 1 (05:25):
This is the end of my life.
Speaker 4 (05:26):
You mustn't talk that way.
Speaker 1 (05:28):
And that was a fool to think it was the beginning.
Speaker 3 (05:30):
I know how you feel, Rain, you know how I feel.
How can you know you didn't love Elizabeth. You knew her,
and she was another woman, another patient to stand over
and to give medicine to, and to let die.
Speaker 4 (05:44):
As you let her die, Wayne, I didn't mean that
I won't.
Speaker 1 (05:50):
Dud did all you could, but she died.
Speaker 3 (05:54):
Elizabeth died.
Speaker 5 (05:57):
Oh no, no, no, no, Wayne, you mustn't.
Speaker 3 (06:03):
Shall I tell you about Elizabeth. Shall I tell you
of a dark hair of her flung wild in the
wind of the summer's afternoon, when we stood on a
hill together. Shall I speak of her laughter like minted gold,
and a long morning light beside the sea? Did you
know her blue eyes?
Speaker 4 (06:21):
And the candle flame at midnight in the old high
house with the rope tarns.
Speaker 3 (06:26):
I have held her hands in mine and marveled at
her voice, and aplone me.
Speaker 4 (06:31):
And Elizabeth has said she loves me.
Speaker 3 (06:35):
And you say to me, you must not. What is
there left for me without Elizabeth? How shall I live without?
I will not live without her. No, can't hold me here.
I will wayne Elizabeth.
Speaker 4 (06:59):
And the streets were wet, and the streets were dark.
Speaker 3 (07:02):
And the sounds of New York I still remember, or
what man is there? Could not remember his last day
on earth.
Speaker 4 (07:10):
I heard the muted roar of the town, and the dark.
Speaker 3 (07:12):
Hurrying figures of people were in my consciousness too, But
it was not the night to care for earthly things.
And the cold rain descended, and the sudden streets gave
back the echo, wetly of my aimless footsteps. Say to me, man,
if you have ever loved, And remember the black emptiness
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of your own heart, at your mind that ever crossed
with the thought of losing.
Speaker 4 (07:37):
Forever, that dear money yours.
Speaker 3 (07:40):
Say to me, woman, sitting there, what you would have
done in your own bright youth? Is that skinny hand
of death that snatched your lover away?
Speaker 5 (07:51):
For you too?
Speaker 3 (07:54):
Look at your wife, you man, woman, look at your husband.
Curtain of death descend between the two of you. What
would your first thought be? Would you not say, first
in your grief, death take me too?
Speaker 4 (08:13):
And so it was with me the bitter night, and
I saw the arms again, even as you would do.
Speaker 3 (08:34):
To the early ripples that they have been tied. Still
finger the timbers of the ancient piers along.
Speaker 4 (08:38):
The ro.
Speaker 3 (08:40):
There's the wonderful sound of the fog horn haunts your
dreams of a rainy night in March, when the rain
and the fog conspired to teach us what blackness there
was once in all the year. Know all the sad
boats still fly across the day and the night, and
all the people on and huddle into the lighted places,
and think uneasily of what lies deep and the waters below.
Speaker 4 (09:05):
I stood there at the side of the water.
Speaker 3 (09:09):
And there I made my peace of the city that
lay behind the swirling fog in the rain, the tall
backdrop against which I played my final scene. And presently,
as I stood composing myself, thinking sad last thoughts Albert
forgetting lost Elizabeth, and the grandeur of my own final gesture,
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presently a figure came away from the shadows and walked
slowly towards me.
Speaker 5 (09:37):
And I, like an.
Speaker 3 (09:38):
Actor who has lost his cue, paused irresidently on the rain,
soaked dead to the dock. And when he came closer,
I turned impatiently, and my footing was insecure in the
wedd in the darkened aisle, but fell into the swirl below.
Speaker 5 (09:50):
Have a care, man, let me be you're a fall
in the one.
Speaker 3 (09:53):
Let's go of me.
Speaker 5 (09:54):
That i'd been at the ebb, you'd have struggled in
vain and there'd be no one about to hear you
choking and screaming.
Speaker 1 (09:59):
In the right you'll be drowned.
Speaker 3 (10:01):
Do you see where you let me alone?
Speaker 5 (10:03):
Come away from the water's hedge, Man, it's not safe.
Away from surrounding yourself from the river will not bring
Elizabeth back? What did you?
Speaker 3 (10:14):
Who are you?
Speaker 5 (10:15):
Don't pull so you'll fall.
Speaker 1 (10:17):
What do you want? I want you to come with me.
Speaker 3 (10:19):
I haven't done anything. You were going to drown yourself?
Speaker 5 (10:23):
Is it?
Speaker 3 (10:23):
I mean of your business?
Speaker 1 (10:25):
Come with me, Wayne, Come on with me. How do
you know my name?
Speaker 3 (10:32):
I know your name, Wayne, and I knew Elizabeth.
Speaker 1 (10:37):
Come with me. You're a policeman. No, no, I'm not
a policeman.
Speaker 3 (10:43):
You said you knew Elizabeth.
Speaker 1 (10:45):
Come with me, Hi.
Speaker 3 (10:48):
Where, well, wherever it is. It's better than the watery death.
Speaker 5 (10:51):
No, son, I'm an older man than you, and I
tell you it's no good.
Speaker 1 (10:56):
Not older than I. Oh, yes, I am Wayne.
Speaker 3 (11:00):
You knew Elizabeth.
Speaker 5 (11:00):
Elizabeth wouldn't want you to do this.
Speaker 4 (11:03):
Elizabeth.
Speaker 5 (11:04):
Elizabeth wants you to live.
Speaker 1 (11:06):
Wayne, to live? What's there to live for?
Speaker 3 (11:10):
Why will you come with me?
Speaker 5 (11:12):
Then?
Speaker 3 (11:12):
And maybe I'll show you? I cannot say now. What
was a compulsion that led me to follow his steps
down the dark side and out to the end of
the wharf in the darkness. I cannot say, but I
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am glad to stay that. I heeded his words and
the soaking cold rain along the dark side in the
dark to a ladder at the end, and he paused
and took my arm again and pointed down, you were
not afraid of that water?
Speaker 1 (11:52):
A moment ago away, and.
Speaker 3 (11:53):
I looked at him, and in the gloom it seemed
that I could see the glow of the little latern
at the end of the dock.
Speaker 4 (12:01):
So he stood between me and the light.
Speaker 1 (12:03):
Down the letter to the boat await.
Speaker 3 (12:05):
The letter was wet and flamming to my hands, and
I could hear the wooden rungs creaked beneath my weight.
I did not know why I followed him, for I
could see no boat in the water below.
Speaker 4 (12:16):
But I have.
Speaker 3 (12:17):
Spoken of a compulsion. And though he spoke quietly enough
in the night, I followed him. Will you sit in
the stern, then, Wayne, while I rolled? Now was the
river such a scene, the bereaved man, the lorn lover,
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the grief stricken man about to take his own life
for a lost love, and foiled at it by another
stranger in the dark, and setting off on a copper
shell of a carticle in the windy waters of a
march to night with the same total stranger. I said
to him, where are we going? And I could feel
that he was smiling, although he did answer. I said
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again to him, do you know where you're going?
Speaker 5 (13:05):
For a young man that was about to take his
own life a few minutes ago, you show over much
concern we'll be run down by a boll We will not,
but if we do, you will drown and die.
Speaker 3 (13:17):
And is that not what you want?
Speaker 5 (13:20):
Well?
Speaker 1 (13:21):
You want to choose your own way of dying? Is
that it? Where are we going?
Speaker 5 (13:28):
You're forgetting Elizabeth in your concern for yourself way.
Speaker 4 (13:31):
I have not forgotten Elizabeth.
Speaker 3 (13:33):
Do not forget her way? For if you forget her.
Speaker 1 (13:39):
What do not forget her? Where are we?
Speaker 3 (13:45):
What do you care? Well? I be silent and think Elizabeth.
And the waives rose higher and higher, and the wind
came down about my ears, and we seemed to be
going faster and ever faster through the night, And always
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the silent man sat over against me in a little boat,
And though the waves grew mountain high in a wild night,
still they plied his oars, and stilly traveled down upon
the face of the deep. And now there was no
light to be seen in the flying scud, all but
smothered me. And I grew desperately cold, and the open
wat and again I asked him where are we going?
Speaker 5 (14:27):
They still.
Speaker 3 (14:30):
And my thoughts would not compose, and at last I
fell into a kind of restless sleep, cold and wet.
Speaker 1 (14:39):
Entirely unhappy.
Speaker 3 (14:40):
There in the boat along from the ocean, and through
my sleep I seemed to hear strange music and the
voice of my companion in the boat, and there was poetry.
Speaker 4 (14:54):
In his woods.
Speaker 5 (14:58):
Out of the glowing west. The sun was dying behind them,
up from the sea, and the night for the light
of the moon, dark for the boats, and dark for
the men in the darkness, seeking the shore of.
Speaker 3 (15:12):
The sea as they chanted their song, and.
Speaker 5 (15:14):
The night, seeking the Shan van Bote, the undying sorrowful mother,
seeking the Shan von Bot on the shore where the
Shannon descends. Stretch out your arms for sean bon boat.
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Stand on the headlands and show us away. Weep for
your sons, Oh horriful mother. The black boats are sailing,
bring us the day.
Speaker 3 (16:01):
And when I opened my eyes, the first rays of
the sun sped across the waters to me, and the
broad land lay before us, and there was a great
lazy river that came down out of the hills, and
the fresh wind was blowing at our backs, and we
rushed along on the calm breast of the sea, and
I rubbed my eyes, and I asked my companion, in amazement,
where are we? And he smiled and shook his head
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and did not answer.
Speaker 4 (16:25):
And the shore drew nearer and nearer.
Speaker 3 (16:28):
And I remembered the poetry in my dreams, and I
leaned over to him, and I said, answer me.
Speaker 1 (16:32):
They aven't asked me anything yet.
Speaker 3 (16:34):
Way, I said, where are we?
Speaker 4 (16:36):
You know?
Speaker 1 (16:36):
In a moment?
Speaker 3 (16:37):
And what is the chan van vote?
Speaker 1 (16:39):
Ask rather?
Speaker 5 (16:40):
Who is the.
Speaker 1 (16:41):
Chan van Volte?
Speaker 3 (16:43):
Who is she?
Speaker 1 (16:44):
By Wayne? She has many.
Speaker 5 (16:45):
Names, but the name we know best is the sorrowful Mother,
the weeping one who does not always weep for grief,
but sometimes for joy. Who Ah, she has many names,
And of all the women of all the world, she
is the fairest my son, and she is the one
with the fear bugs the very dark men sang to
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as they sailed their black boats across the sea from
beyond the second sun.
Speaker 1 (17:11):
I heard you in my dreams. I think I spoke
of them. I spoke of the song they sang.
Speaker 5 (17:17):
And it may be I even sang it, as she
and I are old old friends. The shan gun boat
and I and what is this place?
Speaker 3 (17:28):
Where coming to ourselves?
Speaker 5 (17:30):
Have you forgotten Elizabeth and all your curiosity than hat?
Speaker 3 (17:34):
Have not forgotten Elizabeth? Where are you taking me?
Speaker 5 (17:38):
Why to a certain place wayIn wayne shamous column o'phelan.
Speaker 3 (17:45):
I don't understand, you will. And he shook his head
and laid on the oars again. And the little black
boat headed toward the mouth of the great Gentle River.
And there drew higher land on either side, and the
green hills stretched away beyond. And I saw a woman
standing on.
Speaker 4 (18:01):
The beach at the estuary as we drew closer.
Speaker 3 (18:04):
And for a moment my heart leaped in me, for
her hair was dark like Elizabeth, since she had the
figure that I remembered so well. And then I knew
sharp despair again, for Elizabeth was decked. But I think
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my companion must have seen the gathering tears in my eyes,
for he spoke very gently.
Speaker 1 (18:29):
You remember Elizabeth again.
Speaker 4 (18:31):
I have not forgotten Elizabeth.
Speaker 3 (18:34):
I will not forget Elizabeth that as well, my son.
But tell me what is this place?
Speaker 1 (18:43):
Look about you?
Speaker 3 (18:44):
And we were in the very mouth of the river,
and the blue of the sea had turned not to
a kind of golden green from the silt that the
river brings down from the hills far beyond. And I
looked in the low hills stretched away as.
Speaker 1 (18:57):
Far as I could see.
Speaker 3 (19:00):
The sun shone on a scene of peace, and I fancied,
I gotta hear birds singing you no way.
Speaker 1 (19:06):
You are then way in a boot where look on
your left hand that is clear, and on your right.
This is the end of ten mare. This is not
a beautiful sight end in the morning.
Speaker 4 (19:17):
It is that I always loved.
Speaker 3 (19:19):
And we drew nearer to the shore, and I looked
on the shore and the woman was standing there by
the waterside, and she was dressed in a green flowing gown,
and her hair.
Speaker 4 (19:27):
Was dark like I've heard is the wing of a raven.
Speaker 3 (19:31):
And her face was peaceful to look upon, thor ravaged
with tears. And I looked from her to my companion
on a boat, and he spoke.
Speaker 1 (19:39):
To me, that is the shan Van boat.
Speaker 3 (19:52):
And the keel of the little boat graded to the shore.
And I stood up, and the woman spoke to me,
and her voice it was like my mother's voice as
I remembered it. All other words she spoke were in
a strange tongue. Knew the spile and She took my
hand and I stepped out of the boat.
Speaker 4 (20:11):
And she turned to my companion, and she knew the
spiles that the u heathern.
Speaker 6 (20:19):
Be a way over long heather.
Speaker 3 (20:21):
And I said Patrick, Patrick, And when I turned to
look at him again, he had vanished.
Speaker 1 (20:29):
From my sight.
Speaker 3 (20:31):
And I turned back to the lovely woman who had
greeted me, and she was smiling at me.
Speaker 6 (20:37):
Welcome the hole, Wayne, shame as callum old files.
Speaker 5 (20:49):
You know.
Speaker 3 (20:49):
I thought perhaps that I had come to those isles
of the blessed that had spoken of in the old
whole books. And I thought perhaps this place was heaven,
for it was very fair. And I thought in my
heart for a moment, perhaps I shall find Elizabeth here,
For I was not sure what this place was. And
it seemed that the heaven I had heard of could
not possibly be fairer. And I may say to this day,
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but as yet I have had no foretaste, no view
of heaven yet vouchsafed to me. And yet if Heaven
shall be fairer than this land set down in the
shining sea, then it would be heaven. Indeed.
Speaker 4 (21:27):
And in the long days which were the days of spring, I.
Speaker 3 (21:32):
Wanted by myself along the shore, and the sun was good,
and the sea was endless, And when the night came
there were the stars, and the night breeze was sweet.
And then the thoughts of Elizabeth came back again to
haunt me, and always my wonder grew. Had I indeed
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taken my life?
Speaker 1 (21:54):
And was this the allusians field?
Speaker 4 (21:55):
Was this the limbo for unjudged souls?
Speaker 3 (22:00):
Was I dead?
Speaker 4 (22:01):
Myself wandering till a judgment day?
Speaker 6 (22:05):
It is a true land, Wayne, See the grass beneath
your feet. How can have founded the waves? And be
sure it is all for you?
Speaker 1 (22:13):
I'm lost.
Speaker 5 (22:14):
You weep for your lost Elizabeth.
Speaker 3 (22:16):
I shall never cease to weep for her. Shan Van vote.
A day will come, Wayne, No day for me.
Speaker 6 (22:23):
A day comes when grief is forgotten.
Speaker 1 (22:26):
When you know dark Rosalie, No, who is dark Rosalie?
Speaker 4 (22:34):
Who are you? Who?
Speaker 5 (22:38):
Who is Patrick?
Speaker 6 (22:39):
We would none of us live say for Padrik. Padrick
brought the word to Patrick. Came from the lands far
beyond the under seat, and Patrick brought the cross to us.
Speaker 4 (22:49):
All you he is a young man.
Speaker 6 (22:51):
Padrick led us all from the dark mysteries of the
Pagan hills. And it was Paddick's hands that has kept
us safe for all the years of our life.
Speaker 4 (23:01):
I have not always been fair, when this.
Speaker 6 (23:04):
Place is not always been fair. Great dragons breathing fire,
and dire persons were in the hills till Padrick's bans,
and I have found much too weekfold. Wherefore they call
me the sorrowful mother, the Shan van Voat. But as
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Patrick says, in these other days, I do not always.
Speaker 3 (23:32):
Weak for them. Tell me Shaan van Voat. I was
about to die for the.
Speaker 4 (23:40):
Love of a lost one I know, is she here?
Speaker 3 (23:45):
Is Elizabeth here?
Speaker 4 (23:47):
Dark Rosaline is here?
Speaker 3 (23:56):
And then when I looked up better from the ground,
there was another woman standing where she had stood. And
this one was young and fair, and her hair was dark,
and her eyes were blue, and she smiled upon me,
and for a moment my heart stopped, for she spoke
in Elizabeth's voice.
Speaker 7 (24:13):
She had many signs.
Speaker 5 (24:14):
Of my love.
Speaker 3 (24:15):
And I sprung to my feet, and my voice shook
as I took her hand in mine, for the hand
was the hand of my lost love, Elizabeth.
Speaker 7 (24:21):
I am Rosalie, dark.
Speaker 3 (24:24):
Rosally Elizabeth, my loss Elizabeth.
Speaker 7 (24:27):
You look on me, and you find in me whatever
love you have lost. I will be in your heart forever,
and you will never cease to love me. I am
Dark Rosalie, and you will die for me if the
time comes, my lover, I so many have died for love.
Speaker 4 (24:47):
Of me before.
Speaker 5 (24:49):
I will never die.
Speaker 7 (24:51):
I lived forever, and you are mine. You will be
faithful to me forever.
Speaker 3 (25:00):
Who are you? Who are?
Speaker 7 (25:01):
I am called Dark Rosalee, and sometimes I am called Shan.
Speaker 6 (25:08):
Vanbolt, But I have another name.
Speaker 7 (25:12):
I am called Erin, and by that name am I
loved in every quarter of the globe. It is my
heart that you hear in the night.
Speaker 5 (25:24):
It is my kisses that the soft.
Speaker 4 (25:26):
Breeze of midday brings to you.
Speaker 7 (25:29):
And me is Elizabeth and Helen, and the blood of
mather sings in my veins. And I am every woman
every man of Aaron has ever loved.
Speaker 3 (25:45):
You are my lost love.
Speaker 1 (25:47):
You are.
Speaker 7 (25:48):
I am Dark Rosalie, and Holy Patrick.
Speaker 3 (25:56):
Here my ball, when the sun rise is up on
a data that is yours. Whether I walk the sands
of the desert, or whether I shall sail as seven seas,
whether I prosper, whether I beg in the streets, whether
I be living though I die, I swear I will
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remember Dark Rosalie, so her eats her no Lama.
Speaker 2 (26:57):
The title of today is Quiet Pleased or is Dark Rosaline?
It was written and directed by Willis Cooper. The man
who spoke to you was Ernest Chapel.
Speaker 3 (27:11):
And Patrick was played by Avlatimer. The area Factor with
the Sean bron Bolt, Doc Rosaline was played by Charita Barr,
and Mark Forbes played Donald.
Speaker 4 (27:26):
As usual. Music for Quiet Please God by Albert Berman.
Speaker 3 (27:32):
Now for worried about next week's buy please, Here is
my very good friend, and I write a director Willis Cooper, Bill,
thank you for listening to Quiet Please next week my
star is called the Smell of high Wines, and so
until next week. At the same time, I am quietly yours.
Speaker 2 (27:55):
Ernest Chappell, and now a listener reminder, predictions of your
future and of events in.
Speaker 1 (28:04):
The world's future are coming your way soon.
Speaker 2 (28:06):
Over this ABC station, Drew Pearson will be heard in
just a moment. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.
Speaker 4 (28:15):
This is w j Z, New York's first station.
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