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 !
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