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<SPAN name="II" id="II"></SPAN>II</h2> <p>BEFORE THE CITY-GATE</p> <p>(<i>Pedestrians of all kinds come forth</i>.)</p> <p>SEVERAL APPRENTICES</p> <p>Why do you go that way?</p> <p>OTHERS</p> <p>We're for the Hunters' lodge, to-day.</p> <p>THE FIRST</p> <p>We'll saunter to the Mill, in yonder hollow.</p> <p>AN APPRENTICE</p> <p>Go to the River Tavern, I should say.</p> <p>SECOND APPRENTICE</p> <p>But then, it's not a pleasant way.</p> <p>THE OTHERS</p> <p>And what will <i>you</i>?</p> <p>A THIRD</p> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">As goes the crowd, I follow.</span><br /> <p>A FOURTH</p> <p>Come up to Burgdorf? There you'll find good cheer,<br /> The finest lasses and the best of beer,<br /> And jolly rows and squabbles, trust me!</p> <p>A FIFTH</p> <p>You swaggering fellow, is your hide<br /> A third time itching to be tried?<br /> I won't go there, your jolly rows disgust me!</p> <p>SERVANT-GIRL</p> <p>No,&mdash;no! I'll turn and go to town again.</p> <p>ANOTHER</p> <p>We'll surely find him by those poplars yonder.</p> <p>THE FIRST</p> <p>That's no great luck for me, 'tis plain.<br /> You'll have him, when and where you wander:<br /> His partner in the dance you'll be,&mdash;<br /> But what is all your fun to me?</p> <p>THE OTHER</p> <p>He's surely not alone to-day:<br /> He'll be with Curly-head, I heard him say.</p> <p>A STUDENT</p> <p>Deuce! how they step, the buxom wenches!<br /> Come, Brother! we must see them to the benches.<br /> A strong, old beer, a pipe that stings and bites,<br /> A girl in Sunday clothes,&mdash;these three are my delights.</p> <p>CITIZEN'S DAUGHTER</p> <p>Just see those handsome fellows, there!<br /> It's really shameful, I declare;&mdash;<br /> To follow servant-girls, when they<br /> Might have the most genteel society to-day!</p> <p>SECOND STUDENT (<i>to the First</i>)</p> <p>Not quite so fast! Two others come behind,&mdash;<br /> Those, dressed so prettily and neatly.<br /> My neighbor's one of them, I find,<br /> A girl that takes my heart, completely.<br /> They go their way with looks demure,<br /> But they'll accept us, after all, I'm sure.</p> <p>THE FIRST</p> <p>No, Brother! not for me their formal ways.<br /> Quick! lest our game escape us in the press:<br /> The hand that wields the broom on Saturdays<br /> Will best, on Sundays, fondle and caress.</p> <p>CITIZEN</p> <p>He suits me not at all, our new-made Burgomaster!<br /> Since he's installed, his arrogance grows faster.<br /> How has he helped the town, I say?<br /> Things worsen,&mdash;what improvement names he?<br /> Obedience, more than ever, claims he,<br /> And more than ever we must pay!</p> <p>BEGGAR (<i>sings</i>)</p> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good gentlemen and lovely ladies,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So red of cheek and fine of dress,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold, how needful here your aid is,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see and lighten my distress!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let me not vainly sing my ditty;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's only glad who gives away:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A holiday, that shows your pity,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall be for me a harvest-day!</span><br /> <p>ANOTHER CITIZEN</p> <p>On Sundays, holidays, there's naught I take delight in,<br /> Like gossiping of war, and war's array,<br /> When down in Turkey, far away,<br /> The foreign people are a-fighting.<br /> One at the window sits, with glass and friends,<br /> And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding:<br /> And blesses then, as home he wends<br /> At night, our times of peace abiding.</p> <p>THIRD CITIZEN</p> <p>Yes, Neighbor! that's my notion, too:<br /> Why, let them break their heads, let loose their passions,<br /> And mix things madly through and through,<br /> So, here, we keep our good old fashions!</p> <p>OLD WOMAN (<i>to the Citizen's Daughter</i>)</p> <p>Dear me, how fine! So handsome, and so young!<br /> Who wouldn't lose his heart, that met you?<br /> Don't be so proud! I'll hold my tongue,<br /> And what you'd like I'll undertake to get you.</p> <p>CITIZEN'S DAUGHTER</p> <p>Come, Agatha! I shun the witch's sight<br /> Before folks, lest there be misgiving:<br /> 'Tis true, she showed me, on Saint Andrew's Night,<br /> My future sweetheart, just as he were living.</p> <p>THE OTHER</p> <p>She showed me mine, in crystal clear,<br /> With several wild young blades, a soldier-lover:<br /> I seek him everywhere, I pry and peer,<br /> And yet, somehow, his face I can't discover.</p> <p>SOLDIERS</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Castles, with lofty</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ramparts and towers,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Maidens disdainful</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">In Beauty's array,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Both shall be ours!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Bold is the venture,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Splendid the pay!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Lads, let the trumpets</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">For us be suing,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Calling to pleasure,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Calling to ruin.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Stormy our life is;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Such is its boon!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Maidens and castles</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Capitulate soon.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Bold is the venture,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Splendid the pay!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">And the soldiers go marching,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 4em;">Marching away!</span><br /> </p> <p>FAUST AND WAGNER</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Released from ice are brook and river<br /> By the quickening glance of the gracious Spring;<br /> The colors of hope to the valley cling,<br /> And weak old Winter himself must shiver,<br /> Withdrawn to the mountains, a crownless king:<br /> Whence, ever retreating, he sends again<br /> Impotent showers of sleet that darkle<br /> In belts across the green o' the plain.<br /> But the sun will permit no white to sparkle;<br /> Everywhere form in development moveth;<br /> He will brighten the world with the tints he loveth,<br /> And, lacking blossoms, blue, yellow, and red,<br /> He takes these gaudy people instead.<br /> Turn thee about, and from this height<br /> Back on the town direct thy sight.<br /> Out of the hollow, gloomy gate,<br /> The motley throngs come forth elate:<br /> Each will the joy of the sunshine hoard,<br /> To honor the Day of the Risen Lord!<br /> They feel, themselves, their resurrection:<br /> From the low, dark rooms, scarce habitable;<br /> From the bonds of Work, from Trade's restriction;<br /> From the pressing weight of roof and gable;<br /> From the narrow, crushing streets and alleys;<br /> From the churches' solemn and reverend night,<br /> All come forth to the cheerful light.<br /> How lively, see! the multitude sallies,<br /> Scattering through gardens and fields remote,<br /> While over the river, that broadly dallies,<br /> Dances so many a festive boat;<br /> And overladen, nigh to sinking,<br /> The last full wherry takes the stream.<br /> Yonder afar, from the hill-paths blinking,<br /> Their clothes are colors that softly gleam.<br /> I hear the noise of the village, even;<br /> Here is the People's proper Heaven;<br /> Here high and low contented see!<br /> Here I am Man,&mdash;dare man to be!</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>To stroll with you, Sir Doctor, flatters;<br /> 'Tis honor, profit, unto me.<br /> But I, alone, would shun these shallow matters,<br /> Since all that's coarse provokes my enmity.<br /> This fiddling, shouting, ten-pin rolling<br /> I hate,&mdash;these noises of the throng:<br /> They rave, as Satan were their sports controlling.<br /> And call it mirth, and call it song!</p> PEASANTS, UNDER THE LINDEN-TREE<br /> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">(<i>Dance and Song</i>.)</span><br /> <p><span style="margin-left: 5em;">All for the dance the shepherd dressed,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">In ribbons, wreath, and gayest vest</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Himself with care arraying:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Around the linden lass and lad</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Already footed it like mad:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah&mdash;tarara-la!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The fiddle-bow was playing.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">He broke the ranks, no whit afraid,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And with his elbow punched a maid,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Who stood, the dance surveying:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">The buxom wench, she turned and said:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">"Now, you I call a stupid-head!"</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah&mdash;tarara-la!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">"Be decent while you're staying!"</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Then round the circle went their flight,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">They danced to left, they danced to right:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Their kirtles all were playing.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">They first grew red, and then grew warm,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And rested, panting, arm in arm,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah&mdash;tarara-la!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And hips and elbows straying.</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Now, don't be so familiar here!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">How many a one has fooled his dear,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">Waylaying and betraying!</span><br /> <br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And yet, he coaxed her soon aside,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And round the linden sounded wide.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah! hurrah!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 6em;">Hurrah&mdash;tarara-la!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 5em;">And the fiddle-bow was playing.</span><br /> </p> <p>OLD PEASANT</p> <p>Sir Doctor, it is good of you,<br /> That thus you condescend, to-day,<br /> Among this crowd of merry folk,<br /> A highly-learned man, to stray.<br /> Then also take the finest can,<br /> We fill with fresh wine, for your sake:<br /> I offer it, and humbly wish<br /> That not alone your thirst is slake,&mdash;<br /> That, as the drops below its brink,<br /> So many days of life you drink!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I take the cup you kindly reach,<br /> With thanks and health to all and each.</p> <p>(<i>The People gather in a circle about him</i>.)</p> <p>OLD PEASANT</p> <p>In truth, 'tis well and fitly timed,<br /> That now our day of joy you share,<br /> Who heretofore, in evil days,<br /> Gave us so much of helping care.<br /> Still many a man stands living here,<br /> Saved by your father's skillful hand,<br /> That snatched him from the fever's rage<br /> And stayed the plague in all the land.<br /> Then also you, though but a youth,<br /> Went into every house of pain:<br /> Many the corpses carried forth,<br /> But you in health came out again.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>No test or trial you evaded:<br /> A Helping God the helper aided.</p> <p>ALL</p> <p>Health to the man, so skilled and tried.<br /> That for our help he long may abide!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>To Him above bow down, my friends,<br /> Who teaches help, and succor sends!</p> <p>(<i>He goes on with</i> WAGNER.)</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>With what a feeling, thou great man, must thou<br /> Receive the people's honest veneration!<br /> How lucky he, whose gifts his station<br /> With such advantages endow!<br /> Thou'rt shown to all the younger generation:<br /> Each asks, and presses near to gaze;<br /> The fiddle stops, the dance delays.<br /> Thou goest, they stand in rows to see,<br /> And all the caps are lifted high;<br /> A little more, and they would bend the knee<br /> As if the Holy Host came by.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>A few more steps ascend, as far as yonder stone!&mdash;<br /> Here from our wandering will we rest contented.<br /> Here, lost in thought, I've lingered oft alone,<br /> When foolish fasts and prayers my life tormented.<br /> Here, rich in hope and firm in faith,<br /> With tears, wrung hands and sighs, I've striven,<br /> The end of that far-spreading death<br /> Entreating from the Lord of Heaven!<br /> Now like contempt the crowd's applauses seem:<br /> Couldst thou but read, within mine inmost spirit,<br /> How little now I deem,<br /> That sire or son such praises merit!<br /> My father's was a sombre, brooding brain,<br /> Which through the holy spheres of Nature groped and wandered,<br /> And honestly, in his own fashion, pondered<br /> With labor whimsical, and pain:<br /> Who, in his dusky work-shop bending,<br /> With proved adepts in company,<br /> Made, from his recipes unending,<br /> Opposing substances agree.<br /> There was a Lion red, a wooer daring,<br /> Within the Lily's tepid bath espoused,<br /> And both, tormented then by flame unsparing,<br /> By turns in either bridal chamber housed.<br /> If then appeared, with colors splendid,<br /> The young Queen in her crystal shell,<br /> This was the medicine&mdash;the patients' woes soon ended,<br /> And none demanded: who got well?<br /> Thus we, our hellish boluses compounding,<br /> Among these vales and hills surrounding,<br /> Worse than the pestilence, have passed.<br /> Thousands were done to death from poison of my giving;<br /> And I must hear, by all the living,<br /> The shameless murderers praised at last!</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>Why, therefore, yield to such depression?<br /> A good man does his honest share<br /> In exercising, with the strictest care,<br /> The art bequeathed to his possession!<br /> Dost thou thy father honor, as a youth?<br /> Then may his teaching cheerfully impel thee:<br /> Dost thou, as man, increase the stores of truth?<br /> Then may thine own son afterwards excel thee.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>O happy he, who still renews<br /> The hope, from Error's deeps to rise forever!<br /> That which one does not know, one needs to use;<br /> And what one knows, one uses never.<br /> But let us not, by such despondence, so<br /> The fortune of this hour embitter!<br /> Mark how, beneath the evening sunlight's glow,<br /> The green-embosomed houses glitter!<br /> The glow retreats, done is the day of toil;<br /> It yonder hastes, new fields of life exploring;<br /> Ah, that no wing can lift me from the soil,<br /> Upon its track to follow, follow soaring!<br /> Then would I see eternal Evening gild<br /> The silent world beneath me glowing,<br /> On fire each mountain-peak, with peace each valley filled,<br /> The silver brook to golden rivers flowing.<br /> The mountain-chain, with all its gorges deep,<br /> Would then no more impede my godlike motion;<br /> And now before mine eyes expands the ocean<br /> With all its bays, in shining sleep!<br /> Yet, finally, the weary god is sinking;<br /> The new-born impulse fires my mind,&mdash;<br /> I hasten on, his beams eternal drinking,<br /> The Day before me and the Night behind,<br /> Above me heaven unfurled, the floor of waves beneath me,&mdash;<br /> A glorious dream! though now the glories fade.<br /> Alas! the wings that lift the mind no aid<br /> Of wings to lift the body can bequeath me.<br /> Yet in each soul is born the pleasure<br /> Of yearning onward, upward and away,<br /> When o'er our heads, lost in the vaulted azure,<br /> The lark sends down his flickering lay,&mdash;<br /> When over crags and piny highlands<br /> The poising eagle slowly soars,<br /> And over plains and lakes and islands<br /> The crane sails by to other shores.</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>I've had, myself, at times, some odd caprices,<br /> But never yet such impulse felt, as this is.<br /> One soon fatigues, on woods and fields to look,<br /> Nor would I beg the bird his wing to spare us:<br /> How otherwise the mental raptures bear us<br /> From page to page, from book to book!<br /> Then winter nights take loveliness untold,<br /> As warmer life in every limb had crowned you;<br /> And when your hands unroll some parchment rare and old,<br /> All Heaven descends, and opens bright around you!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>One impulse art thou conscious of, at best;<br /> O, never seek to know the other!<br /> Two souls, alas! reside within my breast,<br /> And each withdraws from, and repels, its brother.<br /> One with tenacious organs holds in love<br /> And clinging lust the world in its embraces;<br /> The other strongly sweeps, this dust above,<br /> Into the high ancestral spaces.<br /> If there be airy spirits near,<br /> 'Twixt Heaven and Earth on potent errands fleeing,<br /> Let them drop down the golden atmosphere,<br /> And bear me forth to new and varied being!<br /> Yea, if a magic mantle once were mine,<br /> To waft me o'er the world at pleasure,<br /> I would not for the costliest stores of treasure&mdash;<br /> Not for a monarch's robe&mdash;the gift resign.</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>Invoke not thus the well-known throng,<br /> Which through the firmament diffused is faring,<br /> And danger thousand-fold, our race to wrong.<br /> In every quarter is preparing.<br /> Swift from the North the spirit-fangs so sharp<br /> Sweep down, and with their barb&eacute;d points assail you;<br /> Then from the East they come, to dry and warp<br /> Your lungs, till breath and being fail you:<br /> If from the Desert sendeth them the South,<br /> With fire on fire your throbbing forehead crowning,<br /> The West leads on a host, to cure the drouth<br /> Only when meadow, field, and you are drowning.<br /> They gladly hearken, prompt for injury,&mdash;<br /> Gladly obey, because they gladly cheat us;<br /> From Heaven they represent themselves to be,<br /> And lisp like angels, when with lies they meet us.<br /> But, let us go! 'Tis gray and dusky all:<br /> The air is cold, the vapors fall.<br /> At night, one learns his house to prize:&mdash;<br /> Why stand you thus, with such astonished eyes?<br /> What, in the twilight, can your mind so trouble?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Seest thou the black dog coursing there, through corn and<br /> stubble?</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>Long since: yet deemed him not important in the least.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Inspect him close: for what tak'st thou the beast?</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>Why, for a poodle who has lost his master,<br /> And scents about, his track to find.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Seest thou the spiral circles, narrowing faster,<br /> Which he, approaching, round us seems to wind?<br /> A streaming trail of fire, if I see rightly,<br /> Follows his path of mystery.</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>It may be that your eyes deceive you slightly;<br /> Naught but a plain black poodle do I see.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>It seems to me that with enchanted cunning<br /> He snares our feet, some future chain to bind.</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>I see him timidly, in doubt, around us running,<br /> Since, in his master's stead, two strangers doth he find.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The circle narrows: he is near!</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>A dog thou seest, and not a phantom, here!<br /> Behold him stop&mdash;upon his belly crawl&mdash;His<br /> tail set wagging: canine habits, all!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Come, follow us! Come here, at least!</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>'Tis the absurdest, drollest beast.<br /> Stand still, and you will see him wait;<br /> Address him, and he gambols straight;<br /> If something's lost, he'll quickly bring it,&mdash;<br /> Your cane, if in the stream you fling it.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>No doubt you're right: no trace of mind, I own,<br /> Is in the beast: I see but drill, alone.</p> <p>WAGNER</p> <p>The dog, when he's well educated,<br /> Is by the wisest tolerated.<br /> Yes, he deserves your favor thoroughly,&mdash;<br /> The clever scholar of the students, he!</p> <p>(<i>They pass in the city-gate</i>.)</p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <br /> <br /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-067"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-067.jpg" alt="Faust" title="Faust" /> </div> <br /> <br /> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <br /> <br /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-068"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-068.jpg" alt="The Study" title="The Study" /> </div> <br /> <br /> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2><SPAN name="III" id="III"></SPAN>III</h2> <p>THE STUDY</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>(<i>Entering, with the poodle</i>.)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Behind me, field and meadow sleeping,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I leave in deep, prophetic night,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Within whose dread and holy keeping</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The better soul awakes to light.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The wild desires no longer win us,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The deeds of passion cease to chain;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The love of Man revives within us,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The love of God revives again.</span><br /> </p> <p>Be still, thou poodle; make not such racket and riot!<br /> Why at the threshold wilt snuffing be?<br /> Behind the stove repose thee in quiet!<br /> My softest cushion I give to thee.<br /> As thou, up yonder, with running and leaping<br /> Amused us hast, on the mountain's crest,<br /> </p> <p>So now I take thee into my keeping,<br /> A welcome, but also a silent, guest.</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ah, when, within our narrow chamber</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The lamp with friendly lustre glows,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Flames in the breast each faded ember,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And in the heart, itself that knows.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then Hope again lends sweet assistance,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And Reason then resumes her speech:</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">One yearns, the rivers of existence,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The very founts of Life, to reach.</span><br /> </p> <p>Snarl not, poodle! To the sound that rises,<br /> The sacred tones that my soul embrace,<br /> This bestial noise is out of place.<br /> We are used to see, that Man despises<br /> What he never comprehends,<br /> And the Good and the Beautiful vilipends,<br /> Finding them often hard to measure:<br /> Will the dog, like man, snarl <i>his</i> displeasure?</p> <p>But ah! I feel, though will thereto be stronger,<br /> Contentment flows from out my breast no longer.<br /> Why must the stream so soon run dry and fail us,<br /> And burning thirst again assail us?<br /> Therein I've borne so much probation!<br /> And yet, this want may be supplied us;<br /> We call the Supernatural to guide us;<br /> We pine and thirst for Revelation,<br /> Which nowhere worthier is, more nobly sent,<br /> Than here, in our New Testament.<br /> I feel impelled, its meaning to determine,&mdash;<br /> With honest purpose, once for all,<br /> The hallowed Original<br /> To change to my beloved German.<br /> </p> <p>(<i>He opens a volume, and commences</i>.)<br /> 'Tis written: "In the Beginning was the <i>Word</i>."<br /> Here am I balked: who, now can help afford?<br /> The <i>Word?</i>&mdash;impossible so high to rate it;<br /> And otherwise must I translate it.<br /> If by the Spirit I am truly taught.<br /> Then thus: "In the Beginning was the <i>Thought</i>"<br /> This first line let me weigh completely,<br /> Lest my impatient pen proceed too fleetly.<br /> Is it the <i>Thought</i> which works, creates, indeed?<br /> "In the Beginning was the <i>Power,"</i> I read.<br /> Yet, as I write, a warning is suggested,<br /> That I the sense may not have fairly tested.<br /> The Spirit aids me: now I see the light!<br /> "In the Beginning was the <i>Act</i>," I write.<br /> <br /> If I must share my chamber with thee,<br /> Poodle, stop that howling, prithee!<br /> Cease to bark and bellow!<br /> Such a noisy, disturbing fellow<br /> I'll no longer suffer near me.<br /> One of us, dost hear me!<br /> Must leave, I fear me.<br /> No longer guest-right I bestow;<br /> The door is open, art free to go.<br /> But what do I see in the creature?<br /> Is that in the course of nature?<br /> Is't actual fact? or Fancy's shows?<br /> How long and broad my poodle grows!<br /> He rises mightily:<br /> A canine form that cannot be!<br /> What a spectre I've harbored thus!<br /> He resembles a hippopotamus,<br /> With fiery eyes, teeth terrible to see:<br /> O, now am I sure of thee!<br /> For all of thy half-hellish brood<br /> The Key of Solomon is good.<br /> <br /> </p> <p>SPIRITS (<i>in the corridor</i>)</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Some one, within, is caught!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Stay without, follow him not!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Like the fox in a snare,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Quakes the old hell-lynx there.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Take heed&mdash;look about!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Back and forth hover,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Under and over,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And he'll work himself out.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">If your aid avail him,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Let it not fail him;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For he, without measure,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Has wrought for our pleasure.</span><br /> </p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>First, to encounter the beast,<br /> The Words of the Four be addressed:<br /> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Salamander, shine glorious!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wave, Undine, as bidden!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sylph, be thou hidden!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gnome, be laborious!</span><br /> </p> <p>Who knows not their sense<br /> (These elements),&mdash;<br /> Their properties<br /> And power not sees,&mdash;<br /> No mastery he inherits<br /> Over the Spirits.</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Vanish in flaming ether,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Salamander!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Flow foamingly together,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Undine!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Shine in meteor-sheen,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Sylph!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bring help to hearth and shelf.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Incubus! Incubus!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Step forward, and finish thus!</span><br /> </p> <p>Of the Four, no feature<br /> Lurks in the creature.<br /> Quiet he lies, and grins disdain:<br /> Not yet, it seems, have I given him pain.<br /> Now, to undisguise thee,<br /> Hear me exorcise thee!<br /> Art thou, my gay one,<br /> Hell's fugitive stray-one?<br /> The sign witness now,<br /> Before which they bow,<br /> The cohorts of Hell!</p> <p>With hair all bristling, it begins to swell.</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Base Being, hearest thou?</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Knowest and fearest thou</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The One, unoriginate,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Named inexpressibly,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Through all Heaven impermeate,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pierced irredressibly!</span><br /> </p> <p>Behind the stove still banned,<br /> See it, an elephant, expand!<br /> It fills the space entire,<br /> Mist-like melting, ever faster.<br /> 'Tis enough: ascend no higher,&mdash;<br /> Lay thyself at the feet of the Master!<br /> Thou seest, not vain the threats I bring thee:<br /> With holy fire I'll scorch and sting thee!<br /> Wait not to know<br /> The threefold dazzling glow!<br /> Wait not to know<br /> The strongest art within my hands!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>(<i>while the vapor is dissipating, steps forth from behind the<br /> stove, in the costume of a Travelling Scholar</i>.)<br /> Why such a noise? What are my lord's commands?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>This was the poodle's real core,<br /> A travelling scholar, then? The <i>casus</i> is diverting.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The learned gentleman I bow before:<br /> You've made me roundly sweat, that's certain!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What is thy name?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>A question small, it seems,<br /> For one whose mind the Word so much despises;<br /> Who, scorning all external gleams,<br /> The depths of being only prizes.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>With all you gentlemen, the name's a test,<br /> Whereby the nature usually is expressed.<br /> Clearly the latter it implies<br /> In names like Beelzebub, Destroyer, Father of Lies.<br /> Who art thou, then?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Part of that Power, not understood,<br /> Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>What hidden sense in this enigma lies?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I am the Spirit that Denies!<br /> And justly so: for all things, from the Void<br /> Called forth, deserve to be destroyed:<br /> 'Twere better, then, were naught created.<br /> Thus, all which you as Sin have rated,&mdash;<br /> Destruction,&mdash;aught with Evil blent,&mdash;<br /> That is my proper element.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thou nam'st thyself a part, yet show'st complete to me?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The modest truth I speak to thee.<br /> If Man, that microcosmic fool, can see<br /> Himself a whole so frequently,<br /> Part of the Part am I, once All, in primal Night,&mdash;<br /> Part of the Darkness which brought forth the Light,<br /> The haughty Light, which now disputes the space,<br /> And claims of Mother Night her ancient place.<br /> And yet, the struggle fails; since Light, howe'er it weaves,<br /> Still, fettered, unto bodies cleaves:<br /> It flows from bodies, bodies beautifies;<br /> By bodies is its course impeded;<br /> And so, but little time is needed,<br /> I hope, ere, as the bodies die, it dies!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I see the plan thou art pursuing:<br /> Thou canst not compass general ruin,<br /> And hast on smaller scale begun.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>And truly 'tis not much, when all is done.<br /> That which to Naught is in resistance set,&mdash;<br /> The Something of this clumsy world,&mdash;has yet,<br /> With all that I have undertaken,<br /> Not been by me disturbed or shaken:<br /> From earthquake, tempest, wave, volcano's brand,<br /> Back into quiet settle sea and land!<br /> And that damned stuff, the bestial, human brood,&mdash;<br /> What use, in having that to play with?<br /> How many have I made away with!<br /> And ever circulates a newer, fresher blood.<br /> It makes me furious, such things beholding:<br /> From Water, Earth, and Air unfolding,<br /> A thousand germs break forth and grow,<br /> In dry, and wet, and warm, and chilly;<br /> And had I not the Flame reserved, why, really,<br /> There's nothing special of my own to show!</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>So, to the actively eternal<br /> Creative force, in cold disdain<br /> You now oppose the fist infernal,<br /> Whose wicked clench is all in vain!<br /> Some other labor seek thou rather,<br /> Queer Son of Chaos, to begin!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Well, we'll consider: thou canst gather<br /> My views, when next I venture in.<br /> Might I, perhaps, depart at present?</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Why thou shouldst ask, I don't perceive.<br /> Though our acquaintance is so recent,<br /> For further visits thou hast leave.<br /> The window's here, the door is yonder;<br /> A chimney, also, you behold.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>I must confess that forth I may not wander,<br /> My steps by one slight obstacle controlled,&mdash;<br /> The wizard's-foot, that on your threshold made is.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>The pentagram prohibits thee?<br /> Why, tell me now, thou Son of Hades,<br /> If that prevents, how cam'st thou in to me?<br /> Could such a spirit be so cheated?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Inspect the thing: the drawing's not completed.<br /> The outer angle, you may see,<br /> Is open left&mdash;the lines don't fit it.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Well,&mdash;Chance, this time, has fairly hit it!<br /> And thus, thou'rt prisoner to me?<br /> It seems the business has succeeded.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>The poodle naught remarked, as after thee he speeded;<br /> But other aspects now obtain:<br /> The Devil can't get out again.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Try, then, the open window-pane!</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>For Devils and for spectres this is law:<br /> Where they have entered in, there also they withdraw.<br /> The first is free to us; we're governed by the second.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>In Hell itself, then, laws are reckoned?<br /> That's well! So might a compact be<br /> Made with you gentlemen&mdash;and binding,&mdash;surely?</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>All that is promised shall delight thee purely;<br /> No skinflint bargain shalt thou see.<br /> But this is not of swift conclusion;<br /> We'll talk about the matter soon.<br /> And now, I do entreat this boon&mdash;<br /> Leave to withdraw from my intrusion.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>One moment more I ask thee to remain,<br /> Some pleasant news, at least, to tell me.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>Release me, now! I soon shall come again;<br /> Then thou, at will, mayst question and compel me.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>I have not snares around thee cast;<br /> Thyself hast led thyself into the meshes.<br /> Who traps the Devil, hold him fast!<br /> Not soon a second time he'll catch a prey so precious.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>An't please thee, also I'm content to stay,<br /> And serve thee in a social station;<br /> But stipulating, that I may<br /> With arts of mine afford thee recreation.</p> <p>FAUST</p> <p>Thereto I willingly agree,<br /> If the diversion pleasant be.</p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>My friend, thou'lt win, past all pretences,<br /> More in this hour to soothe thy senses,<br /> Than in the year's monotony.<br /> That which the dainty spirits sing thee,<br /> The lovely pictures they shall bring thee,<br /> Are more than magic's empty show.<br /> Thy scent will be to bliss invited;<br /> Thy palate then with taste delighted,<br /> Thy nerves of touch ecstatic glow!<br /> All unprepared, the charm I spin:<br /> We're here together, so begin!</p> <p>SPIRITS</p> <p><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Vanish, ye darking</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Arches above him!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Loveliest weather,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Born of blue ether,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Break from the sky!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O that the darkling</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Clouds had departed!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Starlight is sparkling,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Tranquiller-hearted</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Suns are on high.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Heaven's own children</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In beauty bewildering,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Waveringly bending,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pass as they hover;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Longing unending</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Follows them over.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They, with their glowing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Garments, out-flowing,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Cover, in going,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Landscape and bower,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where, in seclusion,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lovers are plighted,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lost in illusion.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bower on bower!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Tendrils unblighted!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lo! in a shower</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Grapes that o'ercluster</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Gush into must, or</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Flow into rivers</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of foaming and flashing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Wine, that is dashing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Gems, as it boundeth</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Down the high places,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And spreading, surroundeth</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With crystalline spaces,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In happy embraces,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Blossoming forelands,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Emerald shore-lands!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And the winged races</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Drink, and fly onward&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fly ever sunward</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To the enticing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Islands, that flatter,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dipping and rising</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Light on the water!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hark, the inspiring</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Sound of their quiring!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">See, the entrancing</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Whirl of their dancing!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All in the air are</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Freer and fairer.</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Some of them scaling</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Boldly the highlands,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Others are sailing,</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Circling the islands;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Others are flying;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Life-ward all hieing,&mdash;</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All for the distant</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Star of existent</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Rapture and Love!</span><br /> </p> <p>MEPHISTOPHELES</p> <p>He sleeps! Enough, ye fays! your airy number<br /> Have sung him truly into slumber:<br /> For this performance I your debtor prove.&mdash;<br /> Not yet art thou the man, to catch the Fiend and hold him!&mdash;<br /> With fairest images of dreams infold him,<br /> Plunge him in seas of sweet untruth!<br /> Yet, for the threshold's magic which controlled him,<br /> The Devil needs a rat's quick tooth.<br /> I use no lengthened invocation:<br /> Here rustles one that soon will work my liberation.</p> <p>The lord of rats and eke of mice,<br /> Of flies and bed-bugs, frogs and lice,<br /> Summons thee hither to the door-sill,<br /> To gnaw it where, with just a morsel<br /> Of oil, he paints the spot for thee:&mdash;<br /> There com'st thou, hopping on to me!<br /> To work, at once! The point which made me craven<br /> Is forward, on the ledge, engraven.<br /> Another bite makes free the door:<br /> So, dream thy dreams, O Faust, until we meet once more!</p> <p>FAUST <i>(awaking)</i></p> <p>Am I again so foully cheated?<br /> Remains there naught of lofty spirit-sway,<br /> But that a dream the Devil counterfeited,<br /> And that a poodle ran away?</p> <br /> <br /> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <br /> <br /> <div class="center"> <SPAN id="illus-081"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/Illus-081.jpg" alt="The Study" title="The Study" /> </div> <br /> <br /> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>
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