Tannhäuser

Wolfram. Our sturdy lover will not be consoled For losing, as he phrases it, his friend. Landgrave. Well, we forgive him the more readily Because of the occasion. One alone Of all themes possible may grace this hour ; — Love ! Let the lots of precedence be drawn. Tannhauser, you will string us once again Your harp forgotten .■* j Tannhauser. That will I, my lord. Herald. On the Lord Wolfram falls it first to sing. Wolfram (sink's). Tender the smile, and faint the lover's sigh, When first love dawns in the blue maiden sky. Where happy peace is linked with purity. As sad spring's sun starts on his daily race, Reddens the east, as if in sad disgrace ; So love first blushes on a true maiden's face. lOO