Deadly as thou art fair,
I cry for all mankind—they are slain, even as I!
[Tannhäuser pauses, bends eagerly towards Venus.
She smiling luxuriously, he continues.
Who cometh wanton, with long arms outspread?
Who cometh with lascivious lips aflame?
Whose eyes invite me to the nakéd bed
Stark open to the sun, dear pride of shame?
Whose face draws close and near,
Filling the soul with fear,
Till nameless shudders course in every limb?