Tannhäuser

Tannhauser. Define, give utterance to this " Good." You see God slips you, He the Undefinable ! Not good ! Not wise! Not anything at all That heart can grasp, or reason frame, or soul Shadow the sense of ! Elizabeth. He is far too great ! I see ! Tannhauser. Not great ! The consciousness of man Their many generations moulded so To fix in definite ideas, and clothe Their Maker in the rags. If skies are vast, So gems are tiny : who shall choose between ? Who reads the riddle of the Universe ? All words ! Thus, from his rock-wrought peeking-poiiit Out speers the hermit. " See, the sun is dead ! " It shines elsewhere. You from your tiny perch, The corner of the corner of the earth, Itself a speck in solar life ; the sun. For all I know, a speck among the stars, Themselves one corporate molecule of space !— You from your perch judge, label, limit Him ! Not that your corner is not equally R 129