So, Sin, embrace me! Watch; he moves again,
Transfigured by the dream: slow rapture steals
Over his face. Mere godhead could not bring
That human light and living! I will win.
He must have banished Her—and dreams of me.
Tannhäuser (in sleep).
Elizabeth!
Venus.
His far-off baby-love!
I triumph, then! The Goddess hath withdrawn.