waken.

ISOLDA. But the Day
must dawn and rouse thee?

TRISTAN (_raising his head slightly_). Let the Day
to Death surrender!

ISOLDA. Day and Death
will both engender
feud against
our passion tender.

TRISTAN (_drawing_ ISOLDA _gently towards him with expressive
action_). O might we then
together die,
each the other's
own for aye!
never fearing,
never waking,
blest delights
of love partaking,--
each to each be given,
in love alone our heaven!

ISOLDA (_gazing up at him in thoughtful ecstasy_).
O might we then
together die!

TRISTAN. Each the other's--