Menophis
Your beauty blinds me. I hear no other voice than your dear singing. I see no stars, your twinkling feet are everywhere.
Nefertiti
(Triumphantly.) It is the call of Life.
[A sound is heard, like wind in an Eolian harp, faint.
Menophis
(Startled.) Listen! The moment comes.
[With the sound is mingled the lapping of water.
Nefertiti