I hate myself because
I love you still
In that strange intermediate consciousness,
The reason
and the mind !
This middle way
Ancients
called safe —that damns it instantly
!
Without some danger nothing great is done !
Let me be God !
Or, failing of that task.
Were it but by an unit, let me fall !
And, falling, be it from so great a height
That I may reach
some uttermost Abyss,
Inhabit
it and reign, most evil one
Of all the Horrors there — and in that path
Seem,
even deluded, to approach once more
Infinity.
For all the limitless
Hath no distinction —evil is no more,
And good no more.
Elizabeth.
But God is absolute Good
!
Tannhauser.
No ! He is Not !
That negative alone
Shadows His shadow to our mortal mind.
Elizabeth.
That is too deep
; I cannot fathom you.
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