Tannhäuser

Venus. Heed it not at all ! May not my servants of the elements Play children's gambols on the mountain crest About our fortress ? Leave this idle talk ! Come, in this sweet abandonment of self— Come, with this kiss I seal thy loyal oath To spit upon her ! Tannhauser. Ah, you murder me ! [Sings. Come, love, and kiss my shoulders ! Sleepy lies The tinted bosom whence its fire flies, The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 47