[Springs up, resists him with the utmost strength of terror, and flies to the other side of the stage.
No God's touch have I known!
With awe the heroes
Greeted the maiden:
Holy came she from Walhall.
Woe's me! Woe's me!
Woe the affront,
The bitter disgrace!
He wounds me sore
Who waked me from sleep!
He has broken breastplate and helm;
Now I am Brünnhild' no more.
SIEGFRIED
Thou art to me
The dreaming maid still;
Brünnhilde lies
Lapped still in sleep.
Awake, be a woman to me!
BRÜNNHILDE [Bewildered.
Confused are my senses,
My mind is blank:
Wisdom, dost thou forsake me?
SIEGFRIED
Said not thy song
Thy wisdom drew
Its light from thy love of me?
BRÜNNHILDE [Staring before her.