Tannhäuser

And sink in lover's swoon. We'll sing them sister songs, and shew What secrets mortal lovers know. Tannhauser. The simple life of love and joy therein ! Merely to love—to take such pride in it Gods must behold ! The childish easiness, Impossible to me, who am become Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas ! Maybe in this I still am self-deceived, Merely the fool swelled up with bitter words, Imagination, and the toadstool growth, Thought, wounded ; as a scorpion to sting Its own bruised life out. This is Tannhauser! How long ago since he took pleasure in Such love— [-(4 horn winds. such music as yon horn below— \A chant is heard. Such worship as the simple chant that steals Calm and majestic in the solitude Up from the valley. Pilgrims, by my fay ! \Enter Pilgrims. Pilgrims. Hail to Thee, Lady bright, Queen of the stars of night ! Ave Maria ! 79