The Rhinemaidens are the three water-nymphs (Rheintöchter or "Rhine daughters") who appear in Richard Wagner's opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen. Their individual names are Woglinde, Wellgunde and Flosshilde (Floßhilde), although they are generally treated as a single entity and they act together accordingly. Of the 34 characters in the Ring cycle, they are the only ones who did not originate in the Old Norse Eddas. Wagner created his Rhinemaidens from other legends and myths, most notably the Nibelungenlied which contains stories involving water-sprites (nixies) or mermaids. The key concepts associated with the Rhinemaidens in the Ring operas—their flawed guardianship of the Rhine gold, and the condition (the renunciation of love) through which the gold could be stolen from them and then transformed into a means of obtaining world power—are wholly Wagner's own invention, and are the elements that initiate and propel the entire drama.
The Rhinemaidens are the first and the last characters seen in the four-opera cycle, appearing both in the opening scene of Das Rheingold, and in the final climactic spectacle of Götterdämmerung, when they rise from the Rhine waters to reclaim the ring from Brünnhilde's ashes. They have been described as morally innocent, yet they display a range of sophisticated emotions, including some that are far from guileless. Seductive and elusive, they have no relationship to any of the other characters, and no indication is given as to how they came into existence, beyond occasional references to an unspecified "father".
I met you in the middle of a raincloud
I had just received the final blow, knockout
You, my smelling salt by way the sea
Oh, it seemed, as though I'd finally re-attached this phantom limb
Twitching into place where it had always been
Pins and needles felt like cotton
Laugh because you know you're free for the time being
In the dark, I can find my way because I feel the sparks
Surging from your fingers just like kind remarks
Telling me the day is coming soon
Would you be my Freia with her apples, or the seventh seal
Signalling the rapture and a call to kneel
"No" we say, cause it's not coming
I left you in the middle of a dustcloud
Hoping then to lose you like a ship in fog
But palms across the desert crossed the sea
Were my last words not quite as sobering as my epitaph
Faint hymns and unuttered oaths, they line the path
But I'd like to bypass ruin