Tannhäuser

The subtle fervours, drunken heats and ways, And perfumes maddening from the soul of spring ! The little nipples, and the dangerous pit Set smiling in the alabaster ; thine, The glowing arms are thine, the desperate Fresh kisses, and the gold that lurks upon The sunny skin, the marble of these brows, The roses, and the poppies, and the scent Subtle and sinful — thine, all thine, are these, What with my heart that only beats for thee, The many-throned and many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spirit as a winnower Whose fan is the eternal breath of God ; Yet on my forehead I perceive a star That shames thy beauties and thy manifold Mind with its tiny triple flame. I go! Venus. Try not the impossible. Thou knowest my power. I shall renew the charm. TannhAuser. I see a Power Above thy mockery of witchcraft. Work 74