Venus.
Explain,
explain !
Tannhauser.
As if were kindled into gold and fire
The East
!
Venus.
The East
!
Tannhauser.
As if a flowerless moss
Suddenly
broke in passionate primroses !
Venus.
Violets,
violets
!
Tannhauser.
Or as if a man
Lay in the fairest garden of the world,
In the beginning
: and grew suddenly
A living soul at that caressing wind
!
Venus.
A living soul !
Tannhauser.
So is Thy shade to me
When
sleep takes shape.
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