[Thoughtfully, repeats to herself.]
But swiftly ’tis sown; ere a moment speeds by,
Deep, deep in the heart love is rooted for aye.
Margit.
[Absently.] Did you speak to me?—I heard not clearly—?
Signë.
I? No, no. I only meant—
[She again becomes absorbed in dreams.
Margit.
[Half aloud; looking straight before her.]