Tristan and Isolde

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Waking the tones that slumber to a lay That stirs the embrous heart to rapturous fire. The west wind, rising from the sunset pyre Where flame the dolours of the dying day, Sweeps threnodies that weep, yet fondly say ...