Been, as in God’s thought he first sprang forth!

Canst thou tell me? If not, I must get me home,—

Go down to the mist-shrouded regions.

Solveig.

[Smiling.]

Oh, that riddle is easy.

Peer.

Then tell what thou knowest!

Where was I, as myself, as the whole man, the true man?

Where was I, with God’s sigil upon my brow?