OLAF.
Our betrothal at Guldvik was held, you remember!
For three weeks thereafter our wedding was planned—
But it seems to me that,—no, my brow like an ember
Burns hot! I will try no more to remember!
CHORUS. [Softly and far in the forest.]
Olaf Liljekrans! Olaf Liljekrans!
Why sleep you so deep and so long?
ALFHILD. Hush, Olaf! do you hear?
OLAF. Did you hear it too?
ALFHILD. What was it?