Lind [doing the same].
And here I swear by heaven that I will love her
Until I die, with love as infinite
As now glows in me,—for she is so sweet!
Falk.
Engaged! Aha, so that was why you flung
The Holy Law and Prophets on the shelf!
Lind [laughing].
And you believed it was the song you sung—!
Falk.
A poet believes all things of himself.
Lind [seriously].
Don't think, however, Falk, that I dismiss
The theologian from my hour of bliss.
Only, I find the Book will not suffice
As Jacob's ladder unto Paradise.
I must into God's world, and seek Him there.
A boundless kindness in my heart upsprings,
I love the straw, I love the creeping things;
They also in my joy shall have a share.
Falk.
Yes, only tell me this, though—
Lind.
I have told it,—
My precious secret, and our three hearts hold it!
