Now from his bed my boy can see
The window gleaming cheerily;
Now can he peer out of the gloom
Silently into our lit room—
But, ah! the glass is dim; stay, stay—
I'll wipe the dew of tears away
And make it smile [Dries the pane.
Brand.
[Softly as he watches her.]
When in this breast
Will the wild waters sink to rest?
To rest they <g>must</g>!
Agnes.
[To herself.]
How bright the glow
It seems as though the sundering wall
Had sunk; the low room grown a hall,
The murky world of ice and snow
Sudden become a shelter'd nest,
Where cosily my child may rest.
Brand.
What dost thou, Agnes?
Agnes.
[To herself.]
Peace, I pray!
Brand.
[Nearer.]
Why didst thou ope the curtain?
Agnes.
Nay,
I dreamt, and knew not what I did!
