Tannhäuser

Too hungry in its hunger unto God, Too foolish-wise, too passionate-cynical, To seek your royal road to Deity ! Another Pilgri M. Leave him ! Belike 'tis some philosopher With words too big to understand himself. Tannhauser. With heart too seared to understand himself! With mind too wise to understand himself! With soul too small to understand himself! Eldest Pilgrim. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! Tannhauser. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That I am merely here. God speed you, sirs ! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith My soul's own need (though that is dire enough) But —he that blesseth shall himself be blessed ! My blessing were small help to you, my friends. L 8i