And cast it from me twelve long months ago.
Say that my heart is cold and dead to him.
Say that-say that— (Hilda breaks down, and sobs in Vavir’s lap.)
Vav.Oh, sister, weep no more!
Thy prince hath chosen, and hath chosen well.
Of what account is such a life as mine?
Why, it is ebbing fast! Grieve not for me.
And yet I fain would live a little while,
To see thy face once more alight with joy,
As in the old, old days!