Tannhäuser

Elizabeth. I heard, I pure, I virginal, your song ; The shameful story of your intercourse With —fiend or woman ? And your burning will, Even in that horror, to the Highest ; at last Your choice of me— the middle course of them, Pure human love ? And, if your song be true. As I, who heard the voice, the earnestness, Saw the deep eyes, and truth aflame in them. Know—then the choice be Mary's and not mine ! I love you better, were that possible ; Will make you a true wife, and lead your hand. Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I enter not— Blessed be God !— In those dark problems that disturb your soul. Mine is the simple nature. Look at me ! TannhAuser. Lady pure, miracle of true love, 1 have a bitter word and harsh to say. This is my curse —no sooner do I speak, Or formulate my mind in iron words. That my mind grows, o'erleaps the limit set, And I perceive the truth that lies beyond— One further step into a new-fallen night. Hear then — I hate to hurt your perfect soul ; 127