Tannhäuser

Weep for the pain, the travail, the old curse ; Weep, weep, and die. So dawns at last the Grail, The Glory of the Crucified ! Dear friend. Be happy, for my heart goes out to you, And most to that poor pale Elizabeth — Were it not only that the selflessness That fills me now, forbids the personal, Casts out the individual, and weeps on For the united sorrow of all things. For if I die, it is not Tannhaiiser, Rather a spark of the supreme white light That dwelt and flickered in him in old time ; That Light, I say, that hides its flame awhile To shine more fully —to redeem the world ' I say, then, " I " ; and yet it is not " I " Distinct, but " I " incorporate in All. I am, the Resurrection and the Life ! The Work is finished, and the Night rolled back ! I am the Rising Sun of Life and Light, The Glory of the Shining of the Dawn ! I am Osiris ! I the Lord of Life Triumphant over death. — O Sorrow, Sorrow, Sorrow of the World ! Heinrich. This was my friend. Deep night descends, perfused With unsubstantial glory from beyond. 140