The breath of little children in their sleep,
Strangles young maidens, and presides upon
Sterile debauchery and unnatural loves.
Venus.
Lilith! Ah lover! Thou hast known my name!
Tannhäuser.
So; yet I love thee! Rended is the veil!
Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright,
Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still.
Only, a beauty risen out of Hell;