[As he approaches the sleeping figure again he is overcome by tenderer emotions at the light. He bends down lower; sweetly.
Softly quivers
Her flower-sweet mouth!
Its lovely trembling
Has charmed my despair!
Ah! And the fragrant,
Blissful warmth of her breath!
[As if in despair.
Awaken! Awaken,
Maiden divine!
[He gazes at her.
She hears me not.
New life from the sweetest
Of lips I will suck, then,
Even though kissing I die!
[He sinks, as if dying, on to the sleeping figure, and, closing his eyes, fastens his lips on Brünnhilde's. Brünnhilde opens her eyes. Siegfried starts up, and remains standing before her.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Rises slowly to a sitting posture. Raising her arms, she greets the earth and sky with solemn gestures on her return to consciousness.