and gleam and glisten!
Shall I breathe them?
Shall I listen?
Shall I sip them,
dive within them,
to my panting
breathing win them?
In the breezes around,
in the harmony sound
in the world's driving
whirlwind be drown'd--
and, sinking,
be drinking--
in a kiss,
highest bliss!

(ISOLDA _sinks, as if transfigured, in_ BRANGÆNA'S _arms
upon_ TRISTAN'S _body. Profound emotion and grief of the
bystanders_. MARK _invokes a blessing on the dead. Curtain_.)