Tannhäuser

Venus. Yes, there you tear one veil away from me ! Yet, am not I the willing one? Indeed I feel the wonder of that same desire From mine own side of the Impassible. See then how equal God and man are made ! For I have clothed me in the veil of flesh, And strive toward thy finite consciousness As thou art reaching to my infinite, Nurturing my Godhead at the breast of Sin With milk of fleshly stings— even to pain :— Tannhauser. I see, I see the Christian mystery ! That was the purpose of High God Himself, Clothed in the Christ ! Ah ! Triumphed He at last ? Nay, not in death ! The slave— He rose again ! Alas! Alas! Venus. Alas indeed, my knight ! We love not ! Being both enamoured of Just the one thing that is impossible. But in this carnal strife the Intimate Achieves for one snatched swiftness. Kiss me, love! F 41