Here I’ve the immeasurable fjord, the flowers,
Here I have warbling birds and choral bowers;
And lady Fortune’s self,—for here is she!
Falk.
Ah, lady Fortune by our Northern water
Is rara avis,—hold her if you’ve caught her!
[With a glance towards the house.
Hist—Svanhild—
Lind.
Well; I go,—disclose to none