Speak you for me; my budding thoughts, grown strong,

One after one will burgeon into song,

Like lilies in the bosom of the stream.

Falk.

O say it once again, in truth’s pure tone

Beyond the fear of doubt, that thou art mine!

O say it, Svanhild, say—

Svanhild [throwing herself on his neck].

Yes, I am thine!

Falk.