Venus.
Yes, there you tear one veil away from me !
Yet, am not I the willing one?
Indeed
I feel the wonder of that same desire
From mine own side of the Impassible.
See then how equal God and man
are made
!
For I have clothed me in the veil of flesh,
And strive toward thy finite consciousness
As thou art reaching to my infinite,
Nurturing my Godhead
at the breast of Sin
With milk of fleshly stings— even
to pain :—
Tannhauser.
I see, I see the Christian
mystery !
That was the purpose of High God
Himself,
Clothed
in the Christ !
Ah
! Triumphed He at last
?
Nay,
not in death !
The slave— He rose again !
Alas!
Alas!
Venus.
Alas indeed,
my knight
!
We love not !
Being both enamoured of
Just the one thing that is impossible.
But in this carnal strife the Intimate
Achieves
for one snatched
swiftness.
Kiss me, love!
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