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Siegfried & The Twilight of the Gods. The Ring of the Niblung, part 2
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But what thou sayest I strive
Vainly to understand.
I cannot grasp clearly
Things so far distant;
Needed is every sense
To feel and behold thee!
By laming fear
Fettered am I,
For how to fear
Thou hast taught me at last;
Thou who hast bound me
In bonds of such power,
Give me my courage again!
[He remains in great excitement with his yearning gaze fixed on her.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Turns her head gently aside and looks towards the wood.
I see there Grane,
My sacred horse;
In gladness he grazes
Who slept with me!
He too has by Siegfried been waked.
SIEGFRIED
[Without changing his position.
My gaze on a mouth
Most lovely is feasting;
My lips are afire
With passionate yearning
For the pasture sweet that I look on!
BRÜNNHILDE
[Points to her armour, which she now perceives.
I see there the shield
That sheltered heroes;
And there is the helmet
That hid my head:
It shields, it hides me no more!
SIEGFRIED [With fire.
By a glorious maid
My heart has been hurt
Wounds in my head
A woman has struck:
I came without shield or helm!
BRÜNNHILDE [With increased sadness.
I see there the breastplate's
Glittering steel;
A keen-edged sword
Sundered the rings,
From the form of the maiden
Loosened the mail:
Nor shelter nor shield is left
To the weak and sorrowful maid!
SIEGFRIED [With heat.
Through billows of fire
I battled to thee,
No buckler or breastplate
Sheltered or screened;
The flames have won
Their way to my heart;
My blood hot-surging
Rushes and leaps;
A ravening fire
Is kindled within me:
The flames that shone
Round Brünnhilde's rock
Are burning now in my breast!
O maid, extinguish the fire!
Calm the commotion and rage!
[He has embraced her passionately.
BRÜNNHILDE
[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.
Vainly to understand.
I cannot grasp clearly
Things so far distant;
Needed is every sense
To feel and behold thee!
By laming fear
Fettered am I,
For how to fear
Thou hast taught me at last;
Thou who hast bound me
In bonds of such power,
Give me my courage again!
[He remains in great excitement with his yearning gaze fixed on her.
BRÜNNHILDE
[Turns her head gently aside and looks towards the wood.
I see there Grane,
My sacred horse;
In gladness he grazes
Who slept with me!
He too has by Siegfried been waked.
SIEGFRIED
[Without changing his position.
My gaze on a mouth
Most lovely is feasting;
My lips are afire
With passionate yearning
For the pasture sweet that I look on!
BRÜNNHILDE
[Points to her armour, which she now perceives.
I see there the shield
That sheltered heroes;
And there is the helmet
That hid my head:
It shields, it hides me no more!
SIEGFRIED [With fire.
By a glorious maid
My heart has been hurt
Wounds in my head
A woman has struck:
I came without shield or helm!
BRÜNNHILDE [With increased sadness.
I see there the breastplate's
Glittering steel;
A keen-edged sword
Sundered the rings,
From the form of the maiden
Loosened the mail:
Nor shelter nor shield is left
To the weak and sorrowful maid!
SIEGFRIED [With heat.
Through billows of fire
I battled to thee,
No buckler or breastplate
Sheltered or screened;
The flames have won
Their way to my heart;
My blood hot-surging
Rushes and leaps;
A ravening fire
Is kindled within me:
The flames that shone
Round Brünnhilde's rock
Are burning now in my breast!
O maid, extinguish the fire!
Calm the commotion and rage!
[He has embraced her passionately.
BRÜNNHILDE
[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.
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