Isolda monologue (Act 3) — Tristan and Isolda: Opera in Three Acts

'Tis I, 'tis I-- dearly belov'd! Wake, and once more hark to my voice! Isolda calls. Isolda comes, with Tristan true to perish.-- Speak unto me! But for one moment, only one moment open thine eyes! Such weary days I waited and longed, that one single hour I with thee might awaken. Betrayed am I then? Deprived by Tristan of this our solitary, swiftly fleeting, final earthly joy?-- His wound, though--where? Can I not heal it? The rapture of night O let us feel it? Not of thy wounds, not of thy wounds must thou expire! Together, at least, let fade life's enfeebled fire!-- How lifeless his look!-- still his heart!-- Dared he to deal me Buch a smart? Stayed is his breathing's gentle tide! Must I be wailing at his side, who, in rapture coming to seek him, fearless sailed o'er the sea? Too late, too late! Desperate man! Casting on me this cruelest ban! Comes no relief for my load of grief? Silent art keeping while I am weeping? But once more, ah! But once again!-- Tristan!--ha! he wakens--hark! Beloved-- --dark!