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- Fiercely the flames
- Shall flare round thy bed,
- Flames dreadful, devouring,
- Daunting all cowards;
- Let cravens flee
- From Brünnhilde’s rock!
One only shall set the bride free,
One freer than I, the God!
[Moved and enraptured, Brünnhilde ſinks on the breaſt of Wotan, who holds her in a long embrace; then ſhe throws back her head again, and, ſtill embracing him, gazes into his eyes with emotion and awe.
Those eyes so lovely and bright
That oft with smiles I caressed,
- Thy valour
- With a kiss rewarding
- When, sweetly lisped
- By thy childlike mouth,
The praise of heroes I heard:
Those eyes so radiant and fair
That oft in storm on me shone,
- When hopeless yearning
- My heart was wasting,
- And when the joy
- Of the world I longed for,
While fears thronged thick around me—
- Once more to-day
- Gladdening me,
- Let them take this kiss
- Of fond farewell!
- On happier mortal
- May they yet shine;
On me, hapless immortal,
Must they close, and for ever!
[He takes her head in both hands.
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