Wagner: “Der fliegende Holländer: The Mist of Time”

Excerpt, Wagner: “Der fliegende Holländer”


..This girl’s image speaks to me:

As I dreamt of her for restless ages,

I see her now before my eyes.

I have often lifted my eyes at dead of night,

Longing for a wife.


Satan’s spite left me but a pounding heart

To remind me of my torment.

The dull glow I feel burning here,

Can I in my misery call it love?

Ah, no! It is a yearning for redemption:

would that through such an angel it came true!

As from the mist of times long gone.