TANNHAUSER
ltselt a speck in solar life; the sum
For all I know, a speck among the stars,
Themselves one corporale molecule or
space 1-
You trorn your pereh judge, laliel, lirnit l-litnt
Not that your corner is not equally
The centre and the whole. Fool's talk it is!
Consider the {utility or mind 1
Realise utterly how mean, how dullr
How Intitless is Philosophy :
ELIZABET Η.
Indeed
My hrain is battled. But 1 see your point.
Talking or God, even imagining,
insane! But for aspiringethat 1 will
rhum-hum.
That is true marriage.in my estimete.
Aspire together to one Deity?
Yes! But to love thee otherwise than
ELIZABETH.
This one thing clearly do I understand
We shall not many. Ιι is well, my lord.
TANNHAUSEK
Misemhle, miserable mel lbring
Hate and disruption and unhappiness
Unto all purity I ehanne to touch.
I have no hope but 1 11111 fallen now;
so journey, in this purpose ordespair,
To Lilith and the Vulusbcrg.
‫;חיט‬-‫!?ועגמ‬
Oh no
Glam me one hoc:-*the one that I
ask?
Ever in this world !
Promise me I
Tutmltltusett.
Alas
One promise gave I once to 311711131"-‫?טשש‬
Drove me to this illusion ofyour love,
And broke your heart.
Ettznnmtr
on no, I shall not die. The horn no hunter North and South are
Have 1 not Mary and the angels yet?
259
TANNHAUSER.
You are so pure, so pitifuliyour word
Cannot lsring evil. Yes, 1 promise youl
Euzhmm.
Go then the bitter pilgrimage to Rome,
Gain absolulion {or this piteous past
From him that owns the twin all-opening keys
That bar your infinite on either side.
Then l look with ireshness, hope, and rottitutle
Still to the summitilhe ideal God.
TANNHAUSER.
I have no hope nor trust in man at all ;
! But will go. Fare well, Ellmbeth
1 1
[Going, mums and Jena/t ‫! ?שש‬₪.
Dare you once kiss these gray and withered
brows?
As’lwere some nower that iell amid my hair.
than The lotus or eternal hope and life.
Ettznnn'tlt,
:
Dare I? I kiss you enoe upon the lirotv,
Praying that God will make the purpo-e elenr,
And on :₪8,541.11 He may lend lhemlight.
[Tnnnniitistsk rim, and iam!) de-
pa: !:.
Oh God! Oh God! Thnt I have loved him sol
Be mereiiul !
Be tnereiinl l to 111111`
The great high soul, bound in the lolty sin ;
To me, the little soul, the little sin!
ACT V.
!?
shall?
One blrlh orrny bosom;?
‫יי‬
One beam oi mine eye;?
One topmost blossom?
That scales the sky.?
Man, equal and one wuh me, man that is?
made or me. man that is I."?
1 Hertha.?
A demote ₪111 ore/omitozy mood. Myst/nu.
‫שמוחש‬
am lost: The whistle l)rings no
WELL, 1
bound,
!
mixed
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That glowed with most internal hri nuce; Limitless fields of Time. I knew in me
Borne up, borne up by hends invisihle That I must {all into the ground and die;
Into a firmament oiseeret light Dwell in the deep a-many years, ut last
Manifest, open, permeating me ! To rise againiosiris, stain and risen!

Then, then, I cried upon the mystic Word I Light or the Cross, I see Thee in the
(That once beget in me the Venttsberg) sky,
And lo that light was darkness—in the
!
My future ι must perish from the earth,
!

iace Abide in desolate halls, until the hour

or That which gleamed above. And verily
My lite was home on the tituk strearn or
death
Down whirling aeons, linlted abysses. columns
Built oressentiat time. And 11.1 the light
Shed irom Her shoulders whom ! dimly saw ;
Crowned with twelve stars und horned ns
the moon $ Be happy, ror my heart goes out to you,
Clothed with a sun to which the sun or
earth
Were tinsel; and the moon was at Her
[*
leet
A moon whose hritliance breaks the sword
ofsong
luto a million iragrnents ; so transcends
Music, that starlight-sandalled majesty 1
Then—shall I contemplate the race of Her?
ο Nature Self-begotten! Spouse oi God, That Light, 1 soy, that hides its tintne
!
When a new Christ must needs be crucified,—
So weep lever with Our Lady’s tears,
Weep tor the pain, the travail, the old
curse;
Weep, weep, and die. So dawns at last the
Grail:
The Glory ot'the Crucified !Dear friend,
And most to that poor pale Elizabeth-
Were it not only that me selflessness
That fills me now, iorbids the personal,
Casts out the individual, and weeps on
For the united sorrow oioll things.
For if! die, it is not Tannhauser,
Rather a spark of the supreme white light
That dwelt and flickered in him in old
time;

The Glory or thy Countenance unveiled !awhile

Thy race, 0 rnother Splendour orthe Gods! Το shine more fully-«to redeem the world
1 !

llehold: amid the glory orher hair I say, then, “ I "; and yet it is not “ I "
And light shed over from the crown thereof, Distinct, but “ Ι " incorporate in All.
Wonderiul eyes less passionate than Peace I am the Resurrection and the Life '
Thar wept: That weott ο mystery oi The Work is finished, and the Night rolled
Love ! back !

creeping my hands upon the scarlet rose I am the Rising Sun Life and Light,
Δ΄

That flamed upon my hosotn. the keen thorns The Glory ofthe Shi ug uf the Dawn !
Pierced me 111111 slewt My spirit was with- I am Osiris! I the Lord of Life
drawn triumphant over death—
Into Her godhead, and my soul made One Ο Sorrow, Sorrow, Sorrow ofthe World !

with the Great Sorrow oi the Universe,

The Love oi lsist Then l tell away
into some old mysterious ahyss ἨκιΝιιια-Ι᾽
Rolling between the heights oistarry space ;

Flaming dhove, heyond the Tomb or Time,
Blending the darkness into the profound
Chasms oimattereso l leli nway
Through many strange eternities oi Space,
\ Revelations xii. L
This u-ns my iriend. Deep night descends,
perfused
with unsuhstantial glory irom beyond.
The stars are buried in the mist oflighl.
Beyond the hill the world is, and laments
Existence—the wide tinnament of woe !
262 TANNHAUSER

And !\:-4165 hem was great enough {or The moon is crescent, waxing in thc Wesc.
all, Take the last hiss, dear.
The {all of sparrows as the crash of stars. What is the strange Song?
The tests of lonely forests, und ‫ ?!ונפ‬pain [771: Μ“ Gulden wirtt/t. “ΜΔ,
Of the least stainam were in his heart.
Was that indeed (he mull? that he should
fir m "‫»(! ?;ןשי‬₪; Tamnxusox,
th: per/ulti line:/gli, mining.
come
At last a Chxisl upon the waiting world,
Redeem it to more purpose than the Isis.
last ! isis am I, and from my life are fed
So hiis his sorrow, and Her sympathy, All stars end suns, all moons that war and
My common soul, that I nm ₪ to feu wane,
‫ ?סמש‬and nnoreate, living and dead,
Upon my face, and cry aloud to God :
“ο Then, Sole Wise, Sole Pure. Sole The Mystery ofPain.
Merciful, 1 am the Mother, I the siient sea,
Who has! thus shown Thy mystery to The Earth, its travail, its iortility.
n πω, death, love, hatred, light, darkness,
Gnm that his coming may he very soon ” !

Set, the ‫טספ‬:? shake me like a little child.

renum to
To Me !
mk
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