dog　in　such　fashion　would　longer　live！　Therefore　myself　to　magic　I　give；　In
  hope；　through　spirit　…　voice　and　might；　Secrets　now　veiled　to　bring　to　light；
  That　I　no　more；　with　aching　brow；　Need　speak　of　what　I　nothing　know；　That
  I　the　force　may　recognise　That　binds　creation's　inmost　energies；　Her　vital
  powers；　her　embryo　seeds　survey；　And　fling　the　trade　in　empty　words　away。
  O　full　…　orb'd　moon；　did　but　thy　rays　Their　last　upon　mine　anguish　gaze！
  Beside　this　desk；　at　dead　of　night；　Oft　have　I　watched　to　hail　thy　light：　Then；
  pensive　friend！　o'er　book　and　scroll；　With　soothing　power；　thy　radiance　stole！
  In　thy　dear　light；　ah；　might　I　climb；　Freely；　some　mountain　height　sublime；
  Round　mountain　caves　with　spirits　ride；　In　thy　mild　haze　o'er　meadows　glide；
  And；　purged　from　knowledge　…　fumes；　renew　My　spirit；　in　thy　healing　dew！
  Woe's　me！　still　prison'd　in　the　gloom　Of　this　abhorr'd　and　musty　room！　Where
  heaven's　dear　light　itself　doth　pass；　But　dimly　through　the　painted　glass！
  Hemmed　in　by　volumes　thick　with　dust；　Worm　…　eaten；　hid　'neath　rust　and
  mould；　And　to　the　high　vault's　topmost　bound；　A　smoke　…　stained　paper
  compassed　round；　With　boxes　round　thee　piled；　and　glass；　And　many　a
  useless　instrument；　With　old　ancestral　lumber　blent　This　is　thy　world！　a　world！
  alas！　And　dost　thou　ask　why　heaves　thy　heart；　With　tighten'd　pressure　in　thy
  breast？　Why　the　dull　ache　will　not　depart；　By　which　thy　life　…　pulse　is
  oppress'd？　Instead　of　nature's　living　sphere；　Created　for　mankind　of　old；
  Brute　skeletons　surround　thee　here；　And　dead　men's　bones　in　smoke　and
  mould。
  Up！　Forth　into　the　distant　land！　Is　not　this　book　of　mystery　By　Nostradamus'
  proper　hand；　An　all　…　sufficient　guide？　Thou'lt　see　The　courses　of　the　stars
  unroll'd；　When　nature　doth　her　thoughts　unfold　To　thee；　thy　soul　shall　rise；　and
  seek　Communion　high　with　her　to　hold；　As　spirit　doth　with　spirit　speak！　Vain
  by　dull　poring　to　divine　The　meaning　of　each　hallow'd　sign。　Spirits！　I　feel　you
  hov'ring　near；　Make　answer；　if　my　voice　ye　hear！
  （He　opens　the　book　and　perceives　the　sign　of　the　Macrocosmos。）
  Ah！　at　this　spectacle　through　every　sense；　What　sudden　ecstasy　of　joy　is
  flowing！　I　feel　new　rapture；　hallow'd　and　intense；　Through　every　nerve　and
  vein　with　ardour　glowing。　Was　it　a　god　who　character'd　this　scroll；　The　tumult
  in　my　spirit　healing；　O'er　my　sad　heart　with　rapture　stealing；　And　by　a　mystic
  impulse；　to　my　soul；　The　powers　of　nature　all　around　revealing。　Am　I　a　God？
  What　light　intense！　In　these　pure　symbols　do　I　see；　Nature　exert　her　vital
  energy。　Now　of　the　wise　man's　words　I　learn　the　sense；
  〃Unlock'd　the　spirit　…　world　doth　lie；　Thy　sense　is　shut；　thy　heart　is　dead！　Up
  scholar；　lave；　with　courage　high；　Thine　earthly　breast　in　the　morning　…　red！〃
  （He　contemplates　the　sign。）
  How　all　things　live　and　work；　and　ever　blending；　Weave　one　vast　whole　from
  Being's　ample　range！　How　powers　celestial；　rising　and　descending；　Their
  golden　buckets　ceaseless　interchange！　Their　flight　on　rapture　…　breathing
  pinions　winging；　From　heaven　to　earth　their　genial　influence　bringing；　Through
  the　wild　sphere　their　chimes　melodious　ringing！
  A　wondrous　show！　but　ah！　a　show　alone！　Where　shall　I　grasp　thee；　infinite
  nature；　where？　Ye　breasts；　ye　fountains　of　all　life；　whereon　Hang　heaven　and
  earth；　from　which　the　withered　heart　For　solace　yearns；　ye　still　impart　Your
  sweet　and　fostering　tides　…　where　are　ye　…　where？　Ye　gush；　and　must　I
  languish　in　despair？
  （He　turns　over　the　leaves　of　the　book　impatiently；　and　perceives　the　sigh　of
  the　Earth　…　spirit。）
  How　all　unlike　the　influence　of　this　sign！　Earth　…　spirit；　thou　to　me　art　nigher；
  E'en　now　my　strength　is　rising　higher；　E'en　now　I　glow　as　with　new　wine；
  Courage　I　feel；　abroad　the　world　to　dare；　The　woe　of　earth；　the　bliss　of　earth
  to　bear；　With　storms　to　wrestle；　brave　the　lightning's　glare；　And　mid　the
  crashing　shipwreck　not　despair。
  Clouds　gather　over　me　The　moon　conceals　her　light　The　lamp　is　quench'd
  Vapours　are　rising　…　Quiv'ring　round　my　head　Flash　the　red　beams　…　Down
  from　the　vaulted　roof　A　shuddering　horror　floats；　And　seizes　me！　I　feel　it；
  spirit；　prayer　…　compell'd；　'tis　thou　Art　hovering　near！　Unveil　thyself！　Ha！　How
  my　heart　is　riven　now！　Each　sense；　with　eager　palpitation；　Is　strain'd　to　catch
  some　new　sensation！　I　feel　my　heart　surrender'd　unto　thee！　Thou　must！　Thou
  must！　Though　life　should　be　the　fee！
  （He　seizes　the　book；　and　pronounces　mysteriously　the　sign　of　the　spirit。　A
  ruddy　flame　flashes　up；　the　spirit　appears　in　the　flame。）
  Spirit
  Who　calls　me？
  Faust　（turning　aside）　Dreadful　shape！　Spirit
  With　might；
  Thou　hast　compelled　me　to　appear；　Long　hast　been　sucking　at　my　sphere；
  And　now
  Dr。　Johann　Faust：　Dr。　Johann　Faust　watching　a　magic　disc　in　his　study。
  Engraving　by　Rembrant。＇
  Faust
  Woe's　me！　I　cannot　bear　thy　sight！
  Spirit
  To　see　me　thou　dost　breathe　thine　invocation；　My　voice　to　hear；　to　gaze　upon
  my　brow；　Me　doth　thy　strong　entreaty　bow　Lo！　I　am　here！　…　What　cowering
  agitation　Grasps　thee；　the　demigod！　Where's　now　the　soul's　deep　cry？　Where
  is　the　breast；　which　in　its　depths　a　world　conceiv'd　And　bore　and　cherished？
  which；　with　ecstacy；　To　rank　itself　with　us；　the　spirits；　heaved？　Where　art
  thou；　Faust？　whose　voice　I　heard　resound；　Who　towards　me　press'd　with
  energy　profound？　Art　thou　he？　Thou；　…　who　by　my　breath　art　blighted；　Who；
  in　his　spirit's　depths　affrighted；　Trembles；　a　crush'd　and　writhing　worm！
  Faust
  Shall　I　yield；　thing　of　flame；　to　thee？　Faust；　and　thine　equal；　I　am　he！
  Spirit
  In　the　currents　of　life；　in　action's　storm；　I　float　and　I　wave　With　billowy
  motion！　Birth　and　the　grave　A　limitless　ocean；　A　constant　weaving　With
  change　still　rife；　A　restless　heaving；　A　glowing　life　Thus　time's　whirring　loom
  unceasing　I　ply；　And　weave　the　life　…　garment　of　deity。
  Faust
  Thou；　restless　spirit；　dost　from　end　to　end　O'ersweep　the　world；　how　near　I
  feel　to　thee！
  Spirit
  Thou'rt　like　the　spirit；　thou　dost　comprehend；　Not　me！
  （Vanishes。）
  Faust　（deeply　moved）
  Not　thee？　Whom　then？　I；　Gods　own　image！　And　not　rank　with　thee！
  （A　knock）
  Oh　death！　I　know　it　…　'tis　my　famulus　My　fairest　fortune　now　escapes！　That　all
  these　visionary　shapes　A　soulless　groveller　should　banish　thus！
  （Wagner　in　his　dressing　gown　and　night　…　cap；　a　lamp　in　his　hand。　Faust　turns
  round　reluctantly。）
  Wagner
  Pardon！　I　heard　you　here　declaim；　A　Grecian　tragedy　you　doubtless　read？
  Improvement　in　this　art　is　now　my　aim；　For　now　…　a　…　days　it　much　avails。
  Indeed　An　actor；　oft　I've　heard　it　said；　as　teacher；　May　give　instruction　to　a
  preacher。
  Faust
  Ay；　if　your　priest　should　be　an　actor　too；　As　not　improbably　may　come　to
  pass。
  Wagner
  When　in　his　study　pent　the　whole　year　through；　Man　views　the　world；　as
  through　an　optic　glass；　On　a　chance　holiday；　and　scarcely　then；　How　by
  persuasion　can　he　govern　men？
  Faust
  If　feeling　prompt　not；　if　it　doth　not　flow　Fresh　from　the　spirit's　depths；　with
  strong　control　Swaying　to　rapture　every　listener's　soul；　Idle　your　toil；　the
  chase　you　may　forego！　Brood　o'er　your　task！　Together　glue；　Cook　from
  another's　feast　your　own　ragout；　Still　prosecute　your　paltry　game；　And　fan
  your　ash　…　heaps　into　flame！　Thus　children's　wonder　you'll　excite；　And　apes'；　if
  such　your　appetite；　But　that　which　issues　from　the　heart　alone；　Will　bend　the
  hearts　of　others　to　your　own。
  Wagner
  The　speaker　in　delivery　will　find　Success　alone；　I　still　am　far　behind。
  Faust
  A　worthy　object　still　pursue！　Be　not　a　hollow　tinkling　fool！　Sound
  understanding；　judgment　true；　Find　utterance　without　art　or　rule；　And　when　in
  earnest　you　are　moved　to　speak；　Then　is　it　needful　cunning　words　to　seek？
  Your　fine　harangues；　so　polish'd　in　their　kind；　Wherein　the　shreds　of　human
  thought　ye　twist；　Are　unrefreshing　as　the　empty　wind；　Whistling　through
  wither'd　leaves　and　autumn　mist！
  Wagner
  Oh　God！　How　long　is　art；　Our　life　how　short！　With　earnest　zeal　Still　as　I　ply
  the　critic's　task；　I　feel　A　strange　oppression　both　of　head　and　heart。　The　very
  means　how　hardly　are　they　won；　By　which　we　to　the　fountains　rise！　And
  haply；　ere　one　half　the　course　is　run；　Check'd　in　his　progress；　the　poor　devil
  dies。
  Faust
  Parchment；　is　that　the　sacred　fount　whence　roll　Waters；　he　thirsteth　not　who
  once　hath　quaffed？　Oh；　if　it　gush　not　from　thine　inmost　soul；　Thou　has　not　won
  the　life　…　restoring　draught。
  Wagner
  Your　pardon！　'tis　delightful　to　transport　Oneself　into　the　spirit　of　the　past；　To
  see　in　times　before　us　how　a　wise　man　thought；　And　what　a　glorious　height　we
  have　achieved　at　last。
  Faust
  Ay　truly！　even　to　the　loftiest　star！　To　us；　my　friend；　the　ages　that　are　pass'd　A
  book　with　seven　seals；　close　…　fasten'd；　ar