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- Like tones to the ear
- Echoing back,
When, upon my frosty desert,
My eyes first beheld a friend.
[She hangs enraptured on his neck, and looks him close in the face.
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| Siegmund
Transported.
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- O rapture most blissful!
- Woman most blest!
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| Sieglinde
Close to his eyes.
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- O let me, closer
- And closer clinging,
- Discern more clearly
- The sacred light
- That from thine eyes
- And face shines forth,
And so sweetly sways every sense!
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| Siegmund
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- The May-moon’s light
- Falls on thy face
- Framed by masses
- Of waving hair.
- What snared my heart
- ’Tis easy to guess :
My gaze on loveliness feasts.
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| Sieglinde
Pushing the hair back from his brow, regards him with astoniſhment.
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- How broad and open
- Is thy brow!
- Blue-branching the veins
- In thy temples entwine.
- I hardly can endure
- My burden of bliss.——
Of something I am reminded:——
The man I first saw to-day
Already I have seen!
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