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,
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