Tannhäuser

Elizabeth. The proof! The proof ! Dear God, how true it is That such high worthiness sees nothing there In his own heart (save what is very Christ) But wickedness ! TannhAuser {aside). This is my punishment ! This faith, this hope, this love—to me —to me ! Elizabeth. Yet, once my word went forth into the world. Suddenly came the fear that you were still Accessible to men —mig^ht hear, misfht come ! The kind, grave face of you— that light outshone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me of our old baby-love, And —marriages are made in heaven, you know ! Besides—Our Lady shewed me in a dream How you would come. TannhAuser. And now .-' So sure are you The loving word you spoke an hour ago Came from the heart— who called me by mistake } N 97