Up! up!
On! on!
His arms rattle loudly,
His wings rustle proudly,
And flames fill his eyes.
Then finds he each bosom
Defenseless and bare;
They gladly receive him
And welcome him there.
The point of his arrows
He lights in the glow;
They clasp him and kiss him
And fondle him so.
He e o! Pap!
FROM EGMONT.
ACT I.
CLARA winds a skein, and sings with Brackenburg.