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.
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