Faust - The Original Classic Edition. Goethe Johann

So, oftentimes, you miserably mar it!

       At the first glance who sees it runs away.

       An offal-barrel and a lumber-garret, Or, at the best, a Punch-and-Judy play,

       With maxims most pragmatical and hitting,

       As in the mouths of puppets are befitting!

       WAGNER

       But then, the world--the human heart and brain!

       Of these one covets some slight apprehension.

       FAUST

       Yes, of the kind which men attain!

       Who dares the child's true name in public mention? The few, who thereof something really learned, Unwisely frank, with hearts that spurned concealing, And to the mob laid bare each thought and feeling, Have evermore been crucified and burned.

       I pray you, Friend, 'tis now the dead of night; Our converse here must be suspended.

       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.

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       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,

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       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.