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
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