tristan und isolde: mild und leise (liebestod)

　
　　I wonder, by my troth, what you and I
　　
　　Did, till we loved? Where we not weaned till then,
　　
　　But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
　　
　　Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?
　　
　　‘Twas so; But this, all pleasures fancies be.
　　
　　If ever any beauty I did see,
　　
　　Which I desired, and got, ‘twas but a dream of thee.
　　
　　　
　　
　　And now good morrow to our waking souls,

　　Which watch not one another out of fear;
　　
　　For love all love of other sights controls,
　　
　　And makes one little room an everywhere.
　　
　　Let sea-discovers to new worlds have gone,
　　
　　Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
　　
　　Let us posses one world; each hath one, and is one.
　　
　　
　　
　　My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
　　
　　And true plain hearts do in he faces rest;
　　
　　Where can we find two better hemispheres
　　
　　Without sharp North, without declining West?
　　
　　Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
　　
　　If our two loves be one, or thou and I
　　
　　Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.