. Tannhäuser : a dramatic poem by Richard Wagner. elf in sacrifice! tttCtlt Of Then as he knelt in heartfelt penitence ©0110 He heard again the early morning chant Solemn, majestic in the twilight vale. Full soon a band of pilgrims came in sight, And fair Elizabeth with upraised hand Pointed to them as to a happy sign. Nearer they came, she heard the solemn words, And bade him listen to their holy hymn: Unto the holy shrine we go,—Thrice blessed they who pardon know, —To seek the peace of Gods own word,By penitence before their Lord. Tannhauser heard, and started suddenly, —A ray of hope had l
. Tannhäuser : a dramatic poem by Richard Wagner. elf in sacrifice! tttCtlt Of Then as he knelt in heartfelt penitence ©0110 He heard again the early morning chant Solemn, majestic in the twilight vale. Full soon a band of pilgrims came in sight, And fair Elizabeth with upraised hand Pointed to them as to a happy sign. Nearer they came, she heard the solemn words, And bade him listen to their holy hymn: Unto the holy shrine we go,—Thrice blessed they who pardon know, —To seek the peace of Gods own word,By penitence before their Lord. Tannhauser heard, and started suddenly, —A ray of hope had lighted in his at the feet of dear ElizabethHe threw himself in agony of tears,Devoutly kissing her fair garments hem;Then rising up again, he broke awayTo follow with the pilgrims, crying loud:To Rome! to Rome! And all call after him,Landgrave and minstrels, knights and nobles all,And fair Elizabeth with tearful eyes,A prayer and hope uprising in their hearts:To Rome! to Rome! God grant him grace at Rome! 49 tannhAuser. PART III. THE POPES PARDON HE sunset of a glorious autumn dayFlings out effulgence, purple and red gold;The sky is an apocalypse of light,The open portals of a radiant are the towers and pinnacles and domesOf the celestial city of the clouds;While far beyond gleam summits snowy-cappedOf silver mountains lustrous with the light,And shining lakes of that immortal landOf shimmering glory in the sunset at hand the massive rocky heightAnd strong-built castle of the Wartburg stand,And to the left, that mount of heathen wiles,That frowning dreariness, the Horselberg. Here in the valley where the autumn leavesAre thick with color stands the Virgins shrineFor roadside worship, and before it nowA woman knelt in prayer. In sorrow deepAnd sore distress, she wrung her hands and wept,Clothed all in white, like some fair cloistered• nun, In penitential robe of purity,With sorrows whitening even her white soul. Lo! twas the fair Eli
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