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ear! ASE

Oh, mercy, how hollow it's rumbling!

PEER

We're just driving over a fiord.

ASE

I'm afraid! What is that I hear rushing
and sighing so strange and wild?

PEER

It's the sough of the pine-trees, mother,
on the heath. Do you but sit still.

ASE

There's a sparkling and gleaming afar now;
whence comes all that blaze of light?

PEER

From the castle's windows and doorways.
Don't you hear, they are dancing?

ASE

Yes.

PEER

Outside the door stands Saint Peter,
and prays you to enter in.

ASE

Does he greet us?

PEER

He does, with honor,
and pours out the sweetest wine.

ASE

Wine! Has he cakes as well, Peer?