Faust. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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      WAGNER

      I would have shared your watches with delight,

      That so our learned talk might be extended.

      To-morrow, though, I’ll ask, in Easter leisure,

      This and the other question, at your pleasure.

      Most zealously I seek for erudition:

      Much do I know–but to know all is my ambition.

      Exit.

      FAUST (solus)

      That brain, alone, not loses hope, whose choice is

      To stick in shallow trash forevermore,–

      Which digs with eager hand for buried ore,

      And, when it finds an angle-worm, rejoices!

      Dare such a human voice disturb the flow,

      Around me here, of spirit-presence fullest?

      And yet, this once my thanks I owe

      To thee, of all earth’s sons the poorest, dullest!

      For thou hast torn me from that desperate state

      Which threatened soon to overwhelm my senses:

      The apparition was so giant-great,

      It dwarfed and withered all my soul’s pretences!

      I, image of the Godhead, who began–

      Deeming Eternal Truth secure in nearness–

      Ye choirs, have ye begun the sweet, consoling chant,

      Which, through the night of Death, the angels ministrant

      Sang, God’s new Covenant repeating?

      CHORUS OF WOMEN

      With spices and precious

      Balm, we arrayed him;

      Faithful and gracious,

      We tenderly laid him:

      Linen to bind him

      Cleanlily wound we:

      Ah! when we would find him,

      Christ no more found we!

      CHORUS OF ANGELS

      Christ is ascended!

      Bliss hath invested him,–

      Woes that molested him,

      Trials that tested him,

      Gloriously ended!

      FAUST

      Why, here in dust, entice me with your spell,

      Ye gentle, powerful sounds of Heaven?

      Peal rather there, where tender natures dwell.

      Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given;

      The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.

      I venture not to soar to yonder regions

      Whence the glad tidings hither float;

      And yet, from childhood up familiar with the note,

      To Life it now renews the old allegiance.

      Once Heavenly Love sent down a burning kiss

      Upon my brow, in Sabbath silence holy;

      And, filled with mystic presage, chimed the church-bell slowly,

      And prayer dissolved me in a fervent bliss.

      A sweet, uncomprehended yearning

      Drove forth my feet through woods and meadows free,

      And while a thousand tears were burning,

      I felt a world arise for me.

      These chants, to youth and all its sports appealing,

      Proclaimed the Spring’s rejoicing holiday;

      And Memory holds me now, with childish feeling,

      Back from the last, the solemn way.

      Sound on, ye hymns of Heaven, so sweet and mild!

      My tears gush forth: the Earth takes back her child!

      CHORUS OF DISCIPLES

      Has He, victoriously,

      Burst from the vaulted

      Grave, and all-gloriously

      Now sits exalted?

      Is He, in glow of birth,

      Rapture creative near?

      Ah! to the woe of earth

      Still are we native here.

      We, his aspiring

      Followers, Him we miss;

      Weeping, desiring,

      Master, Thy bliss!

      CHORUS OF ANGELS

      Christ is arisen,

      Out of Corruption’s womb:

      Burst ye the prison,

      Break from your gloom!

      Praising and pleading him,

      Lovingly needing him,

      Brotherly feeding him,

      Preaching and speeding him,

      Blessing, succeeding Him,

      Thus is the Master near,–

      Thus is He here!

      Before the City-gate

      (Pedestrians of all kinds come forth.)

      SEVERAL APPRENTICES

      Why do you go that way?

      OTHERS

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