Tannhäuser

Venus. There you make me laugh Remember — I have known such. But besides You ask hot snow and leaden feather-flights ! TannhAuser. And you— you keep me worrying, fair queen, In logic and its meshes, when to-day I rather would be caught in other nets. The burning gold and glory of your hair, Lightning and sunshine, storm and radiance. Your flaming pell ! Venus. Come, sing to me again ! That we may watch each other as you sing ; Feel how it overmasters and o'erwhelms, The growing pang of hunger for a kiss ! TannhAuser. Brood evil, then, in your amazing eyes, That I may see the serpent grow in you ; As I were just the bird upon the bough— So let the twittering grow faint and still. And let me fall, fall into the abyss. Your arms—a culminating ecstasy, H 57