Tannhauser.
I have
no hope nor trust in man at all ;
But I will go.
Fare well, Elizabeth
!
[^Going,
returns and kneels before her.
Dare you once kiss these grey and withered brows ?
As 'twere some flower that fell amid my hair,
The lotus of eternal hope and life.
Elizabeth.
Dare
I
}
1 kiss you once upon the brow,
Praying
that God will make the purpose clear.
And on the eyes —that He may lend them
light.
[ Tannhauser
rises, and silently departs.
Oh God !
Oh God !
That
I have loved him so !
Be merciful
!
Be merciful
! to him,
The great high soul, bound in the lofty sin ;
To me, the little soul,
the little sin !
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