They guessed not how exalted were your hopes;
How utterly unselfish, pure, and true,
Your great heart beat!
Tannhäuser (with bitterness).
I hardly knew, myself!
(Aside.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth!
Or—cannot purity be brought to know
Aught but itself? Some poets tell us that!
(Aloud.) I am unworthy even to speak to you.
Elizabeth.