Let me in silence drink my bitter tears.
Farewell for aye, farewell, my only one!
And let the memory perish of this hour,
Wherein thou didst no pity for me show.
Konrad.
Then thou have pity! for thou art an angel!
Stay! But if prayer is powerless to restrain,
On the tower's angle will I strike my head;
I will implore thee by the death of Cain.
Voice from the Tower.
O let us both have pity on ourselves!
My love, remember, great as is this world.
Two of us only on this mighty earth,
Upon the seas of sand two drops of dew.
Scarce breathes a little wind, from the earthly vale
For aye we vanish—ah! together perish!
I came not here for this, to torture thee.
I would not on me take the holy vows.
Because I dared not pledge my heart to Heaven,
While yet in it an earthly lover reigned.
I in the cloister would remain, and humbly
Devote my days to service of the nuns.
