Darkness and death and rapture.
Sing to you
?
What song?
My tunes are played upon too oft.
My first great cry of love inaudible
Sapped me of music.
Venus.
Sing me that again !
Tannhauser.
Who is this maiden rob6d for a bride,
White shoulders and bright brows adorable,
The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide.
As God were bathing
in the fire of Hell
?
They change,
they grow, they shake
As sunlight
on the lake :
They hiss, they glisten on her bosom bare.
O maiden, maiden queen
!
The lightning
flows between
Thy mounting
breasts,
too magically fair.
Draw
mc, O draw mc to a dreaming death
!
Send out thine opiate breath,
And lull me to the everlasting
sleep.
That, closing from the kisses of disdain
To ecstasy
of pain,
I may
sob out my life into their dangerous deep.
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