Wrapping with torture the delighted brow—
But thou! who knowest, and hast known, so well,
Sing thou!
[Tannhäuser, entranced, imagines himself
to be still in Venusberg.
Tannhäuser (aside).
I have been dreaming that I left this place,
Escaped with life, wooed my Elizabeth;
My dreams are always strange in Venusberg.
[Taking his harp.