Me with thine image, though the form were mute:
To-day, what happiness! To-day, together,—
Together we may weep!
Konrad.
And wherefore weep?
I wept, thou dost remember, when I tore
Myself for ever from thy dear embrace,
And of my free will died from happiness,
That thus I might designs of blood fulfil.
That too long martyrdom at length is crowned.