Lost in the whirlwind of thy love, and tossed
A wreck on its irremeable sea!
Life! Life! This kiss! Draw in thy breath! To me!
To me![Tannhäuser is lost.
ACT II.
“But a moment’s thought is passion’s passing bell.”
—Keats, Lamia.
In Venusberg.
Venus.
S WEET, sweet are May and June, dear,