Canzler— Wiglaf!
Wiglaf— The young leaves come out red.
As one who puts his ear against a door
(He gets down and puts his ear to the earth.)
And hears within a noise of armed men,
I hear the washing of Val-father's waves
Rushing from Naastrand where their bodies lie
Piled on the dark shore where the ships come not.
Canzler—Bringing them back.
Wiglaf—(Rising.) With shock of arms, O chief,
The breaking of the bark.
Canzler— Then comes the leaf.
Wiglaf—Red from the breaking of—
Canzler— It shall be green.
Wiglaf—Bragi is singing the white years away. (He goes out right.)