The passionate, burning words that I could pour
From my heart’s depths! ’Tis madness! What have I
To do with love? I see it all—the mist
Is gone—the bright mist gone! I see the woe,
The ruin, the despair! And yet I love,
Love wildly, fatally! But speak to me!
Fill all my soul once more with reckless joy!
That blessèd voice again!
Mor. Why, why is this?
Oh! send me to my father! We must part.