But then the world and man, his heart and brain!
Touching these things all men would something know.
FAUST
Ay! what "mong men as knowledge doth obtain!
Who on the child its true name dares bestow?
The few who somewhat of these things have known, Who their full hearts unguardedly reveal"d, Nor thoughts, nor feelings, from the mob conceal"d, Have died on crosses, or in flames been thrown.-- Excuse me, friend, far now the night is spent, For this time we must say adieu.
WAGNER
Still to watch on I had been well content, Thus to converse so learnedly with you.
But as tomorrow will be Easter-day, Some further questions grant, I pray; With diligence to study still I fondly cling; Already I know much, but would know everything. [Exit.]
FAUST (_alone_)
How him alone all hope abandons never, To empty trash who clings, with zeal untired, With greed for treasure gropes, and, joy-inspir"d, Exults if earth-worms second his endeavor.
And dare a voice of merely human birth, E"en here, where shapes immortal throng"d, intrude?
Yet ah! thou poorest of the sons of earth, For once, I e"en to thee feel grat.i.tude.
Despair the power of sense did well-nigh blast, And thou didst save me ere I sank dismay"d; So giant-like the vision seem"d, so vast, I felt myself shrink dwarf"d as I survey"d!
I, G.o.d"s own image, from this toil of clay Already freed, with eager joy who hail"d The mirror of eternal truth unveil"d, Mid light effulgent and celestial day I, more than cherub, whose unfetter"d soul With penetrative glance aspir"d to flow Through nature"s veins, and, still creating, know The life of G.o.ds,--how am I punish"d now!
One thunder-word hath hurl"d me from the goal!
Spirit! I dare not lift me to thy sphere.
What though my power compell"d thee to appear, My art was powerless to detain thee here.
In that great moment, rapture-fraught, I felt myself so small, so great; Fiercely didst thrust me from the realm of thought Back on humanity"s uncertain fate!
Who"ll teach me now? What ought I to forego?
Ought I that impulse to obey?
Alas! our every deed, as well as every woe, Impedes the tenor of life"s onward way!
E"en to the n.o.blest by the soul conceiv"d, Some feelings cling of baser quality; And when the goods of this world are achiev"d, Each n.o.bler aim is term"d a cheat, a lie.
Our aspirations, our soul"s genuine life, Grow torpid in the din of earthly strife.
Though youthful phantasy, while hope inspires, Stretch o"er the infinite her wing sublime, A narrow compa.s.s limits her desires, When wreck"d our fortunes in the gulf of time.
In the deep heart of man care builds her nest, O"er secret woes she broodeth there, Sleepless she rocks herself and scareth joy and rest; Still is she wont some new disguise to wear-- She may as house and court, as wife and child appear, As dagger, poison, fire and flood; Imagined evils chill thy blood, And what thou ne"er shalt lose, o"er that dost shed the tear.
I am not like the G.o.ds! Feel it I must; I"m like the earth-worm, writhing in the dust, Which, as on dust it feeds, its native fare, Crushed "neath the pa.s.ser"s tread, lies buried there.
Is it not dust, wherewith this lofty wall, With hundred shelves, confines me round; Rubbish, in thousand shapes, may I not call What in this moth-world doth my being bound?
Here, what doth fail me, shall I find?
Read in a thousand tomes that, everywhere, Self-torture is the lot of human-kind, With but one mortal happy, here and there Thou hollow skull, that grin, what should it say, But that thy brain, like mine, of old perplexed, Still yearning for the truth, hath sought the light of day, And in the twilight wandered, sorely vexed?
Ye instruments, forsooth, ye mock at me,-- With wheel, and cog, and ring, and cylinder; To nature"s portals ye should be the key; Cunning your wards, and yet the bolts ye fail to stir.
Inscrutable in broadest light, To be unveil"d by force she doth refuse, What she reveals not to thy mental sight Thou wilt not wrest from her with levers and with screws.
Old useless furnitures, yet stand ye here, Because my sire ye served, now dead and gone.
Old scroll, the smoke of years dost wear, So long as o"er this desk the sorry lamp hath shone.
Better my little means hath squandered quite away Than burden"d by that little here to sweat and groan!
Wouldst thou possess thy heritage, essay By use to render it thine own!
What we employ not but impedes our way; That which the hour creates, that can it use alone!
But wherefore to yon spot is riveted my gaze?
Is yonder flasket there a magnet to my sight?
Whence this mild radiance that around me plays, As when, "mid forest gloom, reigneth the moon"s soft light?
Hail, precious phial! Thee, with reverent awe, Down from thine old receptacle I draw!
Science in thee I hail and human art.
Essence of deadliest powers, refin"d and sure, Of soothing anodynes abstraction pure, Now in thy master"s need thy grace impart!
I gaze on thee, my pain is lull"d to rest; I grasp thee, calm"d the tumult in my breast; The flood-tide of my spirit ebbs away; Onward I"m summon"d o"er a boundless main, Calm at my feet expands the gla.s.sy plain, To sh.o.r.es unknown allures a brighter day.
Lo, where a car of fire, on airy pinion, Comes floating towards me! I"m prepar"d to fly By a new track through ether"s wide dominion, To distant spheres of pure activity.
This life intense, this G.o.dlike ecstasy-- Worm that thou art such rapture canst thou earn!
Only resolve, with courage stern and high, Thy visage from the radiant sun to turn!
Dare with determin"d will to burst the portals Past which in terror others fain would steal!
Now is the time, through deeds, to show that mortals The calm sublimity of G.o.ds can feel; To shudder not at yonder dark abyss Where phantasy creates her own self-torturing brood; Right onward to the yawning gulf to press, Around whose narrow jaws rolleth h.e.l.l"s fiery flood; With glad resolve to take the fatal leap, Though danger threaten thee, to sink in endless sleep!
Pure crystal goblet! forth I draw thee now From out thine antiquated case, where thou Forgotten hast reposed for many a year!
Oft at my father"s revels thou didst shine; To glad the earnest guests was thine, As each to other pa.s.sed the generous cheer.
The gorgeous brede of figures, quaintly wrought, Which he who quaff"d must first in rhyme expound, Then drain the goblet at one draught profound, Hath nights of boyhood to fond memory brought.
I to my neighbor shall not reach thee now, Nor on thy rich device shall I my cunning show.
Here is a juice, makes drunk without delay; Its dark brown flood thy crystal round doth fill; Let this last draught, the product of my skill, My own free choice, be quaff"d with resolute will, A solemn festive greeting, to the coming day!
[_He places the goblet to his mouth_.]
[_The ringing of bells, and choral voices_.]
CHORUS OF ANGELS
Christ is arisen!
Mortal, all hail to thee, Thou whom mortality, Earth"s sad reality, Held as in prison.
FAUST
What hum melodious, what clear silvery chime, Thus draws the goblet from my lips away?
Ye deep-ton"d bells, do ye, with voice sublime, Announce the solemn dawn of Easter-day?
Sweet choir! are ye the hymn of comfort singing, Which once around the darkness of the grave, From seraph-voices, in glad triumph ringing, Of a new covenant a.s.surance gave?
CHORUS OF WOMEN
We, his true-hearted, With spices and myrrh.
Embalmed the departed, And swathed Him with care; Here we conveyed Him, Our Master, so dear; Alas! Where we laid Him, The Christ is not here.
CHORUS OF ANGELS
Christ is arisen!
Blessed the loving one, Who from earth"s trial-throes, Healing and strengthening woes, Soars as from prison.
FAUST
Wherefore, ye tones celestial, sweet and strong, Come ye a dweller in the dust to seek?