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…im Men used to call the minstrel Tannhauser ! Eldest Pilgrim. A sombre blessing ! May God's mercy fall On you and yours ! Tannhauser. On mine, ah mine I Amen Amen to that ! Eldest Pilgrim (smiles). On her you love, my friend ! We will pass onward, by your honour's leave ! Pilgrims. Hail, hail, O Queen, to Thee, Spouse of Eternity ! Av6 Maria ! 82
…eam Some deadly serpent or foul basilisk Sunning its scales, called kingly, in the mire. Strike, O my lover ! I will drag thee down Into mine own unending pain and hate To be one devil more upon the earth. — Come ! ye my serpents, wrap his bosom round With your entangling leprosy ! And me, Let me assume the beloved limber shape. The crested head, the jewelled eyes of death, And sinuous sinewy glitter of serpenthood, That I may look once more into his face. And, kissing, kill him ! Thus to hold him fast, Drawing his human spirit into mine For st…
Venus. She is mine enemy Hate her, O hate her, she will slay thy soul ! Tannhauser. And is my soul not slain within me now ? Yet, I do hate her—in these waking hours. But in my sleep she grows upon the sense, A solitary lotus that pales forth In the wide seas of space and separateness. That radiance !—Amber-scented voice of light, Calling my name, ever, ever calling — Venus. Answer that call—and thou art lost indeed ! Wake thou thy spirit in this hateful sleep, Keeping the vision, rise, and spit on her ! Tannhauser. Spit on Thy likeness ? I who…
" One birth of my bosom ; One beam of mine eye ; One topmost blossom That scales the sky. Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I." Hertha. 134
…I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine, I am the love and life of the divine ! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine- Are mine ! Venus am I, the love and light of earth. The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears. The barren pleasure never come to birth. The endless, infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre — Thy lyre ! I am the Grail and I the Glory now : I am the flame and fuel of thy breast ; I am the star …
…All life, death, hatred, love : All self concentred in the sole desire— Hear thou the Voice of Fire ! This hope was Zoroaster's —this is mine ! Not one but many splendours hath the Shrine : Not one but many paths approach the gate That guards the Adytum, fortifying Fate ! Mine was, by weariness of blood and brain, Mere bitter fruit of pain Sought in the darkness of an harlot's bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death, yet find it living. Deep as Hell I plunged …
…y ! There, secret ! Know it! Now forget ! Now I have told thee that I love thee ! To me our Star in Heaven burning Tells me thy heart as mine is yearning ; Tells me Love's fragrance stolen above thee Thy soul to mine at last is turning Now I have told thee that I love thee I
…be true. As I, who heard the voice, the earnestness, Saw the deep eyes, and truth aflame in them. Know—then the choice be Mary's and not mine ! I love you better, were that possible ; Will make you a true wife, and lead your hand. Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I enter not— Blessed be God !— In those dark problems that disturb your soul. Mine is the simple nature. Look at me ! TannhAuser. Lady pure, miracle of true love, 1 have a bitter word and harsh to say. This is my curse —no sooner do I speak, Or formulate my mind in iron …
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. 31
…his power ; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion's flower ; When blood drips over kisses, And madness sobs through wine :— Ah, mine !— The snake starts up and hisses And strikes and— I am thine ! Venus. Those are thy true joys ? Cruelty for love } Tannhauser. And death in kissing. How I have despised. Riding through meadows of the rushing Rhine, 37
…rnal joy, Barred from thy kiss. Tannhauser. Call not thyself again Goddess. I saw thee in the Presence there. The scales are fallen, and mine eyes see clear. Venus. Then you would leave me ? Serpent if I were, My coils should press in dolorous delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52
…." Venus. What are these strange and silly words .■* Awake! Wake and devour me with the dawn of love. The dragon to eclipse this moon of mine ! TannhAuser. I sleep not. Those were Her mysterious words As faded the great vision. And I knew In some forgotten corner of my brain Some desperate truth. Venus. Forget this foolishness ! [ There cometh a shadow. I am afraid, even I ! What moves me thus ? TannhAuser. I saw the mighty vision as before Forming in front of the awakening east, All permeated with the rose of dawn, And pale with delicate green…
…arms are frail and white. Her lily cheeks Could never take thy kiss. Thy love would shock, Repel. I scorn to say her love were less Than mine : I tell thee that she could not love Thee even at all as thou wouldst understand. Tannhauser. So certain art thou ? Let me go to her, Try, and come back ! Venus. No doubt of that success ! A child is easy to degrade ! 70
…re ! " Else, dire the fate — the ultimation dire ! " Vague threats and foolish words ! Quite meaningless The empty sounds he muttered in mine ear. Why should their silly mystery impress My thoughtful forehead with the lines of fear ? (This riding saps my courage as my cheer.) D 25
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…
…ge 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
…him. We, scarce an hundred ! Yes, believe it, sirs We are not so feeble ! — But death anyhow Cuts and not loosens the entangled life. Be mine the harder and the better way, The single chance : not hope ; appeal no more ; Hardly the arrowy wisdom of despair ; Hardly the cowardice or courage yet To drift, nor cursing nor invoking God. 126
" Thus," riddled he, " thy heart shall know its Peace ! " Let be ! I ride upon the sand instead, Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease ! Let be ! Just so the Roman soldier said. Esaias ? He is dead— as I am dead ! What was his symbol and his riddle's key ? Go, seek the stars and count them and explore! Go, sift the sands beyond a starless sea ! So, find an answer where the dismal shore Of time beats back eternity ! No more ! Let me ride on more hastily than this. That so my body may be tired of me. And fling me to the old forgetful kiss. …
…ose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul ? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart's quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within ! Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with me, Love and desire and dream, a sense of mortal sin ! Who Cometh as a visionary shape Within my soul and spirit to abide. Mysterious labyrinth without escape. Magical lover, and enchanted bride ? O Mother of my will ! Set thy live body still Unto m…
… me unaware— So steals the sun beside the moon And hides her lustre rare. The bloom upon the peach is fine ; The blossom on thy cheek is mine ! O kiss me—if you dare ! 1 called thee by the name of love That mothers fear and gods approve, And maidens blush to say — O Gretchen, meet me in the dell We know and love, who love so well, While morn is cold and gray ! So, match thy blushes to the dawn ; Thy bosom to the rising moon, Until our loves to earth have drawn Some new bewitching tune. Come, Gretchen, in the dusk of day. Where nymphs and dryads…