Let the lamp glitter and the song resound,
Let the dance madly eddy round and round;—
Look up, my Svanhild, into yon deep blue,—
There glitter little lamps in thousands, too—
Svanhild.
And hark, beloved, thro’ the limes there floats
This balmy eve a chorus of sweet notes—
Falk.
It is for us that fretted vault’s aglow—
Svanhild.