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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?