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

On board Isolda,-- see, she smiles-- with the cup that reconciles. Dost thou see? Dost thou see her now? Full of grace and loving mildness, floating o'er the ocean's wildness? By billows of flowers lightly lifted, gently toward the land she's drifted. Her look brings ease and sweet repose; her hand one last relief bestows. Isolda! Ah, Isolda! How fair, how sweet art thou!-- And Kurvenal, why!-- what ails thy sight? Away, and watch for her, foolish I see so well and plainly, let not thine eye seek vainly Dost thou not hear? Away, with speed! Haste to the watch-tow'r! Wilt thou not heed? The ship, the ship! Isolda's ship!-- Thou must discern it, must perceive it! The ship--dost thou see it?--