Elizabeth.
So sure?
You want me to confess
ae;ain
The deep pure love,
the love indicible.
Tannhauser
(to himself).
Words,
thoughts,
that
fail
her?
How
should
acts
exceed
?
(Aloud^
Better
sit
thus
and
read
each
other's
thoughts —
1 in the blue eyes, in the hazel
you
!
Then,
bending, I may touch my lips upon
Sweet thoughtful brows.
Elizabeth.
Your kisses move my soul.
Strange thoughts and unimagined destinies
Take ship, and harbour in the heart of me.
Tannhauser.
Words mean
too much,
and never mean
enough.
Look, only look !
Elizabeth.
I am so happy—so !
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