All the blind horror of the song recedes.
There is a sequel; is there not, my friend?
Of love, your theme, we have not heard a note.
Tannhäuser.
That is a question. I am not so sure
My song was not entirely to that end.
Wolfram.
Yes, poet, true one that you are indeed!
You shew us the dilemma of the soul,
The Gordian knot Love only hews asunder.