The Choir.
[Tender and alluring.]
Dreamer, thine is not His spirit, Nought to Him thy gifts are worth; Heaven thou never shalt inherit, Earth-born creature, live for Earth! Brand.
[Breaks into soft weeping.]
Alf and Agnes, come unto me! Lone I sit upon this peak! Keen the north wind pierces through me, Phantoms seize me, chill ones, meek!
He looks up; a glimmering space opens and clears in the mist; the Apparition of a Woman stands in it, brightly clad, with a cloak over its shoulders. It is Agnes.
The Phantom.
[Smiles, and spreads its arms towards him.]
See, again, Brand, I have found thee!
Brand.
[Starting up in bewilderment.]
Agnes! Agnes! What is this?
The Phantom.
Dearest, it is thy release
From the fever'd dreams that bound thee!
Brand.
Agnes! Agnes!
[He is hurrying towards her.
