Is fire and amber.
Then I came away :—
I heard of knights
no better horsed than I,
No better sworded, with no gift of song,
Who, caught by one ineffable desire,
Rode on by old mysterious watersheds,
Traversed
strange seas, or battled with strange folk,
Held vigil in wild forests,
all to seek
The vision of the Holy Grail.
And
I
Rode forth on that same foolish wandering
;
And found a-many ventures on the way ;
At last an old Egyptian ; who bestowed
The magic word, which, when I had pronounced,
Called up thine evil corpse-light
in the sky.
He riddled
me —ah God !
I see it now !
The bloody winepress
.''
The ascending sun
?
Thy dawning beauty and thine evil bed
!
The double meaning
!
I
had evil thoughts
When
I
pronounced
it
—else had She Herself,
Hathoor or Mary,
risen.
Misery!
Incessant mystery of the search
for Truth
!
Venus
Search out my mystery
a
little while
!
TannhAuser.
There
is
a
flush of passion in thine eyes.
An hunger in them
;
fascinate
me now,
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