Chosen of Me !
Thou heart of hearts,
thou mine,
Man !
Stamping
into dust the Soul Divine
By might of that mere Manhood
!
Sense and thought
Reel for the glory of thee kissed and caught
In the eternal circle of my arms !
Woven in vain are the mysterious charms
Endymion
taught Diana
!
For one gaze
;
One word of my unutterable praise ;
And I was utterly and ever lost,
Lost in the whirlwind
of thy love, and tossed
A wreck on its irremeable sea !
Life
! Life ! This kiss ! Draw in thy breath ! To me !
To me !
\Tannhauser is lost.
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