Beneath the oaks, to laugh and play
And sink in lover’s swoon.
We’ll sing them sister songs, and shew
What secrets mortal lovers know.
Tannhäuser.
The simple life of love and joy therein!
Merely to love—to take such pride in it
Gods must behold! The childish easiness,
Impossible to me, who am become
Perhaps the subtlest mind of men. Alas!