On my ear from afar
Falls an old sound familiar.
A horse comes flying
Swift through the air;
On the clouds it sweeps
In storm to the rock.
Who seeks the lonely one here?
WALTRAUTE'S voice [From the distance.
Brünnhilde, sister,
Wake if thou sleepest!
Brünnhilde kisses the ring that Siegfried has left with her. See p. 124.
BRÜNNHILDE [Starts from her seat.