My bosom! How its fortress wakes, and leaps,
And sleeps!
None but the dead can sleep the sleep of love!
Come, love, caress me with endearing eyes!
Light the long rapture that nor fades nor flies!
Love laughs and lingers, frenzies, stabs, and sighs,
And dies!
None but the dead can know the worth of love!
[Tannhäuser sleeps.
Venus.