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The previous dialogue began with Isolde's rousing of Tristan with the words "Lausch' geliebter." Now he turns to her smiling and asks: "Soll ich lauschen?" and she replies: "Lass mich sterben." Her mind is now quite resolved. To another decisive question she replies: "Eternal be our night!"
In dem wogenden Schwall, in dem tonenden Schall, in des Welt-Athems wehendem All! ertrinken versinken unbewusst hochste Lust! Oh, think not of that poetry! Think of the music! The surging, drunken, overwhelming waves of music! Do you not hear them do you not hear them? Wie sie schwellen, mich umrauschen! Soll ich athmen, soll ich lauschen!
Heller schallend, mich umwallend, sind es Wellen sanfter Lufte? Sind es Wogen wonniger Dufte? Wie sie schwellen, mich umrauschen, soll ich athmen, soll ich lauschen? Soll ich schlurfen, untertauchen, suss in Duften mich verhauchen? May 30th. To-day. I had a spiritual experience a revelation; to-day, in a flash of insight, I understood an age whole centuries of time, whole nations of men.
The company listened with devoted attention, and Father Gleim, the protector of all the young poets, sat delighted, nodding consent, with a pleasant smile. It must all be charming it had come into existence under his fostering care. What beautiful verses to listen to! "Die Zephyre lauschen, Die Balche rauschen, Die Sonus Verbreitet ihr Licht mit Wonne!" And how charmingly the young man read them!
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