Tannhäuser.
I see, I see the Christian mystery!
That was the purpose of High God Himself,
Clothed in the Christ! Ah! Triumphed He at last?
Nay, not in death! The slave—He rose again!
Alas! Alas!
Venus.
Alas indeed, my knight!
We love not! Being both enamoured of
Just the one thing that is impossible.