SVANHILD. Og så glad! O, lad mig drømme, lad mig stille drømme. Tal du for mig; frem går da, som på rad, min tankes knopper, sprungne ud til kvad, lig modne liljer over tjernets strømme.
SVANHILD. So happy! Suffer me, O suffer me in silence still to dream. Speak you for me; my budding thoughts, grown strong, One after one will burgeon into song, Like lilies in the bosom of the stream.
