Apraksts
Excerpt from Tannhauser: A Story of All Time
I Shall not tell thee that I love thee!
Nay! by the Star in Heaven burning,
Its ray to me at midnight turning
To tell me that it beams above thee-
Nay! though thou wert, as I am, yearning,
I should not tell thee that I love thee!
I know what secret thought once blossomed
Into a blush that seemed a kiss,
Some swift suppressed extreme of bliss
In thy most fearful sigh embosomed.
What oracle should prate of this?
I know the secret thought that blossomed!
Extol the truth of love's disdain!
Love, daring by no glance to gladden
A heart that waits but that to madden
Atsauksmes