The dear one’s pain and grief.
When the Valkyrie came, perchance
She brought her this blissful repose;
Else would the grimly fought fight
Have terrified one in such woe.
Lifeless seems she,
And yet she lives;
The sad one by smiling
Dreams is caressed.
In slumber lie soft
Till the fight is won
And peace shall end thy pain!
[He lays her gently on the rocky seat and kiſses her brow in farewell. Then, hearing Hunding’s horn sound, he ſtarts up with resolution.
Thou who dost call,
Arm for the fray;
Thy dues in full
Thou shalt have:
[He draws his sword.
Nothung pays him his debt.
[He haſtens to the back and, on reaching the paſs, immediately disappears in a dark thunder-cloud, from which, the next inſtant, a flaſh of lightning breaks.
Sieglinde
Begins to move uneasily in her dreams.
Would but my father come back!
With the boy he still roams in the wood.
