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Scene II.
—Room in Stauffenberg Castle. Ianthe alone.No. 15.—Solo.—Ianthe.
Woe, woe, woe, woe, nothing but lonely woe!
Let me alone, to make my moan to the crannying
Winds that blow
Dolefully high and low,
As homeless they come and go!
O winds, we are one in woe—
Sing with me then heigho!
Heigho! heigho!
Let me alone, to make my moan to the crannying
Winds that blow
Dolefully high and low,
As homeless they come and go!
O winds, we are one in woe—
Sing with me then heigho!
Heigho! heigho!
My sighs are turned to snatches of sad song
To hush a weary heart. Well, death ends all.
To hush a weary heart. Well, death ends all.
No more be woman! Up, rage, ye wild winds,
Lend all your turbulent might to champion me!
Ye swift and seraph-visaged lightnings, be
My winged and all-confounding ministers!
Make ye my bower my tomb, gulf this grey hold
A blazing ruin, deep in the cold Rhine—
And then— My hour draws on!
Lend all your turbulent might to champion me!
Ye swift and seraph-visaged lightnings, be
My winged and all-confounding ministers!
Make ye my bower my tomb, gulf this grey hold
A blazing ruin, deep in the cold Rhine—
And then— My hour draws on!
Beauteous body, fare thee well!
Agony must break the spell
That agony alone could weave.
Lovingly I take my leave;
But unreluctant, undismayed,
I feel thee droop, I see thee fade,
Fare thee well! dear mortal home—
Conrad, I come, I come, I come!
Agony must break the spell
That agony alone could weave.
Lovingly I take my leave;
But unreluctant, undismayed,
I feel thee droop, I see thee fade,
Fare thee well! dear mortal home—
Conrad, I come, I come, I come!
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