Broken-hearted, for now she knows the utter unworthiness of the man to whom she has given her heart, yet loving him still and hoping he may in time win forgiveness for his sin, she pleads so eloquently for him that all fall back.  The Landgrave, addressing him, then solemnly bids him repent, and join the pilgrims on their way to Rome, where perchance the Pope may grant him absolution for his sin:—­

   ’One path alone can save thee from perdition,
    From everlasting woe,—­by earth abandon’d,
    One way is left:  that way thou now shalt know. 
    A band of pilgrims now assembled
    From every part of my domain;
    This morn the elders went before them,
    The rest yet in the vale remain. 
    ’Tis not for crimes like thine they tremble,
    And leave their country, friends and home,—­
    Desire for heav’nly grace is o’er them: 
    They seek the sacred shrine at Rome.’

Urged to depart by the Landgrave, knights, nobles, and even by the pale and sorrowful Elizabeth, Tannhaeuser eagerly acquiesces, for now that the sudden spell of sensuous love has departed, he ardently longs to free his soul from the burden of sin.  The pilgrims’ chant again falls upon his ear, and, sobered and repentant, Tannhaeuser joins them to journey on foot to Rome, kneeling at every shrine by the way, and devoutly praying for the forgiveness and ultimate absolution of his sins.

When the curtain rises upon the third and last act of this opera, one whole year has slowly passed, during which no tidings of the pilgrims have been received.  It is now time for their return, and they are daily expected by their friends, who have ardently been praying that they may come home, shrived and happy, to spend the remainder of their lives at home in peace.  No one has prayed as fervently as the fair Elizabeth, who, forgetting her wonted splendour, has daily wended her way down the hillside, to kneel on the rude stones in front of the Virgin’s wayside shrine.  There she has daily prayed for Tannhaeuser’s happy return, and there she kneels absorbed in prayer when Wolfram comes down the path as usual.  He has not forgotten his love for her, which is as deep and self-sacrificing as ever, so he too prays that her lover may soon return from Rome, entirely absolved, and wipe away her constant tears.  Elizabeth is suddenly roused from her devotions by the distant chant of the returning pilgrims.  They sing of sins forgiven, and of the peace won by their long, painful journey to Rome.  Singing thus they slowly file past Wolfram and Elizabeth, who eagerly scan every face in search of one whom they cannot discover.

When all have passed by, Elizabeth, realising that she will see her beloved no more, sinks slowly down on her knees, and, raising her despairing eyes to the image of the Virgin.  Then she solemnly dedicates the remainder of her life to her exclusive service, in the hope that Tannhaeuser may yet be forgiven, and prays that death may soon come to ease her pain and bring her heart eternal peace:—­