What super-earthly ecstasy! at night, To lie in darkness on the dewy height, Embracing heaven and earth in rapture high, The soul dilating to a deity; With prescient yearnings pierce the core of earth, Feel in your laboring breast the six-days" birth, Enjoy, in proud delight what no one knows, While your love-rapture o"er creation flows-- The earthly lost in beatific vision, And then the lofty intuition--
(_with a gesture_)
I need not tell you how--to close!
FAUST
Fie on you!
MEPHISTOPHELES
This displeases you? "For shame!"
You are forsooth ent.i.tled to exclaim; We to chaste ears it seems must not p.r.o.nounce What, nathless, the chaste heart cannot renounce.
Well, to be brief, the joy as fit occasions rise, I grudge you not, of specious lies.
But long this mood thou"lt not retain.
Already thou"rt again outworn, And should this last, thou wilt be torn By frenzy or remorse and pain.
Enough of this! Thy true love dwells apart, And all to her seems flat and tame; Alone thine image fills her heart, She loves thee with an all-devouring flame.
First came thy pa.s.sion with o"erpowering rush, Like mountain torrent, swollen by the melted snow; Full in her heart didst pour the sudden gush, Now has thy brooklet ceased to flow.
Instead of sitting throned midst forests wild, It would become so great a lord To comfort the enamor"d child, And the young monkey for her love reward.
To her the hours seem miserably long; She from the window sees the clouds float by As o"er the lofty city-walls they fly.
"If I a birdie were!" so runs her song, Half through the night and all day long.
Cheerful sometimes, more oft at heart full sore; Fairly outwept seem now her tears, Anon she tranquil is, or so appears, And love-sick evermore.
FAUST
Snake! Serpent vile!
MEPHISTOPHELES (_aside_)
Good! If I catch thee with my guile!
FAUST
Vile reprobate! go get thee hence; Forbear the lovely girl to name!
Nor in my half-distracted sense Kindle anew the smouldering flame!
MEPHISTOPHELES
What wouldest thou! She thinks you"ve taken flight; It seems, she"s partly in the right.
FAUST
I"m near her still--and should I distant rove, Her I can ne"er forget, ne"er lose her love; And all things touch"d by those sweet lips of hers, Even the very Host, my envy stirs.
MEPHISTOPHELES
"Tis well! I oft have envied you indeed, The twin-pair that among the roses feed.
FAUST
Pander, avaunt!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Go to! I laugh, the while you rail; The power which fashion"d youth and maid Well understood the n.o.ble trade; So neither shall occasion fail.
But hence!--A mighty grief I trow!
Unto thy lov"d one"s chamber thou And not to death shouldst go.
FAUST
What is to me heaven"s joy within her arms?
What though my life her bosom warms!-- Do I not ever feel her woe?
The outcast am I not, unhoused, unblest, Inhuman monster, without aim or rest, Who, like the greedy surge, from rock to rock, Sweeps down the dread abyss with desperate shock?
While she, within her lowly cot, which graced The Alpine slope, beside the waters wild, Her homely cares in that small world embraced, Secluded lived, a simple artless child.
Was"t not enough, in thy delirious whirl To blast the stedfast rocks!
Her, and her peace as well, Must I, G.o.d-hated one, to ruin hurl!
Dost claim this holocaust, remorseless h.e.l.l!
Fiend, help me to cut short the hours of dread!
Let what must happen, happen speedily!
Her direful doom fall crushing on my head, And into ruin let her plunge with me!
MEPHISTOPHELES
Why how again it seethes and glows!
Away, thou fool! Her torment ease!
When such a head no issue sees, It pictures straight the final close.
Long life to him who boldly dares!
A devil"s pluck thou"rt wont to show; As for a devil who despairs-- Nothing I find so mawkish here below.
MARGARET"S ROOM
MARGARET (_alone at her spinning wheel_)
My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!
Where him I have not, Is the grave; and all The world to me Is turned to gall.
My wilder"d brain Is overwrought; My feeble senses Are distraught.
My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore!
For him from the window I gaze, at home; For him and him only Abroad I roam.
His lofty step, His bearing high, The smile of his lip, The power of his eye,
His witching words, Their tones of bliss, His hand"s fond pressure, And ah--his kiss!
My peace is gone, My heart is sore, I find it never, And nevermore.