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
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