The loving day is drawing to a close:
I dare not face the cold, black night alone!
I want thine arms around me, and thy face
Pressed once again on mine, before I die.
Oh, Hilda—oh, my sister—come to me!
Hil. (unveiling, and kneeling). Vavir! Fear nothing.
I am here, my child.
Vav. (embracing her). Hilda! My sister! Heaven is merciful!
And thou art safe and well?
Hil.Yes, safe and well.