Tannhäuser

This were my grierdon : to fade utterly Into the rose-heart of that sangxiine vase, And lose my purpose in its silent sea, And lose my life, and find my life, and pass Up to the sea that is as molten glass. I mind me of that old Egyptian, Met where Aurora streamed her rainbow hair, Who called me from the quest. An holy man ! A crown of light scintillant in the air Shone over him : he bade me not despair. " The Blood of the Osiris " was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) "The life, the tears, the tomb ! " The Love of I sis is its name ! " (I heard This for the love of Mary.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the Three Maries (so he said) were One : Three aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis ! This pagan ! " Look towards the Sun " (Quoth he) " And seek a winepress to be trod ; " With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod.