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 Good-night! Good-night! Sweet dreams to-night be thine; To-morrow, Svanhild, thou art plighted mine!

[Goes out quickly to the right; from the water the is heard again.

Maybe I shall shatter my roaming bark, But it's passing sweet to be roaming!

[The boat slowly glides away as the curtain falls.