Pehr monologue — Lucky Pehr

[Rubbing his eyes.] Why, what is this--I fly from the church tower, come into a forest of snow, throw snowballs, skate, bump my head on the ice, lose my senses--then I wake up and find that it is summer! Have I been lying here under the snow six months? No, it doesn't seem likely. [Looks at himself in the brook.] I'm as red as a rose. [Bends over water.] But what do I see down in the deep--A blue sky, green trees, white water-lilies, and right in their midst--a girl!--just like the one the youth had his arm around in the Christmas-home: flowing hair, a mouth like a song, eyes like the dove's!--Ah! she nods to me--I'm coming, I'm coming! [About to plunge into the brook, when Lisa gives a cry. He turns.] There she is! A moment ago she was down here.