LADY. It's the first time you've called me by that name.
STRANGER. The first? I've never met Ingeborg; I've never known you, as you are, sitting here in our home! Home! An enchanting word. An enchanting thing I've never yet possessed. A home and a wife! You are my first, my only one; for what once happened exists no longer—no more than the hour that's past!
LADY. Orpheus! Your song has made these dead stones live. Make life sing in me!
STRANGER. Eurydice, whom I rescued from the underworld! I'll love you to life again; revivify you with my imagination. Now happiness will come to us, for we know the dangers to avoid.
LADY. The dangers, yes! It's lovely in this house. It seems as if these rooms were full of invisible guests, who've come to welcome us. Kind spirits, who'll bless us and our home.
STRANGER. The candle flames are still, as if in prayer. The flowers are pensive.... And yet!
LADY. Hush! The summer night's outside, warm and dark. And stars hang in the sky; large and tearful in the fir trees, like Christmas candles. This is happiness. Hold it fast!
STRANGER (still thinking). And yet!
LADY. Hush!
STRANGER (getting up). A poem's coming: I can hear it. It's for you.