Svanhild.
Where Joy would gasp in mortal strife.
[Firmly.
It was not given to me to be your wife.
That is the clear conviction of my heart!
In courtship’s merry pastime I can lead,
But not sustain your spirit in its need.
[Nearer and with gathering fire.
Now we have revell’d out a feast of spring;
No thought of slumber’s sluggard couch come nigh!