Tannhäuser

Where leads this gentle love ? I see you sigh ! The Scythe is laid unto the Golden Grain : A note of utter unreality Usurps the strain. I sing not of that other flame of hell Wrapping with torture the delighted brow — But thou ! who knowest, and hast known, so well, Sing thou ! \Tannhduser, e7ttranced, imagines himself to be still in Venusberg. Tannhauser {aside). I have been dreaming that I left this place, Escaped with life, wooed my Elizabeth ; My dreams are always strange in Venusberg. [ Taking his harp. Sing thee again, dear lady, of our joy .•* Listen, then, listen ! For some sombre finger. Other than mine, impulses on the string. This tune I knew not ! See, the strings are moved Subtly as if by witchcraft — or by God ! [Sings. In the Beginning God began, And saw the Night of Time begin ! Chaos, a speck ; and space, a span ; Ruinous cycles fallen in, o 105