Wolfram.
Our sturdy lover will not be consoled
For losing, as he phrases
it,
his friend.
Landgrave.
Well, we forgive him the more readily
Because
of the occasion.
One alone
Of all themes
possible may grace this hour
;
—
Love
!
Let the lots of precedence
be drawn.
Tannhauser,
you will string us once again
Your harp forgotten
.■*
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Tannhauser.
That will
I,
my lord.
Herald.
On the Lord Wolfram falls
it
first to sing.
Wolfram
(sink's).
Tender the smile,
and faint the lover's sigh,
When first love dawns in the blue maiden sky.
Where
happy peace
is
linked with purity.
As sad spring's sun starts on his daily race,
Reddens
the east, as
if
in sad disgrace
;
So love first blushes on
a
true maiden's face.
lOO