[Going, returns and kneels before her.
Dare you once kiss these grey and withered brows?
As ’twere some flower that fell amid my hair,
The lotus of eternal hope and life.
Elizabeth.
Dare I? I kiss you once upon the brow,
Praying that God will make the purpose clear,
And on the eyes—that He may lend them light.
[Tannhäuser rises, and silently departs.
Oh God! Oh God! That I have loved him so!