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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 363 pages of information about The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 01.

My friend,
This hour enjoyment more intense
Shall captivate each ravish’d sense,
Than thou could’st compass in the bound
Of the whole year’s unvarying round;
And what the dainty spirits sing,
The lovely images they bring,
Are no fantastic sorcery. 
Rich odors shall regale your smell,
On choicest sweets your palate dwell,
Your feelings thrill with ecstasy. 
No preparation do we need,
Here we together are.  Proceed.

SPIRITS

 Hence overshadowing gloom,
 Vanish from sight! 
 O’er us thine azure dome,
 Bend, beauteous light! 
 Dark clouds that o’er us spread,
 Melt in thin air! 
 Stars, your soft radiance shed,
 Tender and fair! 
 Girt with celestial might,
 Winging their airy flight,
 Spirits are thronging. 
 Follows their forms of light
 Infinite longing! 
 Flutter their vestures bright
 O’er field and grove! 
 Where in their leafy bower
 Lovers the livelong hour
 Vow deathless love. 
 Soft bloometh bud and bower! 
 Bloometh the grove! 
 Grapes from the spreading vine
 Crown the full measure;
 Fountains of foaming wine
 Gush from the pressure. 
 Still where the currents wind,
 Gems brightly gleam;
 Leaving the hills behind
 On rolls the stream;
 Now into ample seas,

 Spreadeth the flood—­
 Laving the sunny leas,
 Mantled with wood.

[Illustration:  FAUST AND MEPHISTO Liezen-Mayer]

 Rapture the feather’d throng,
 Gaily careering,
 Sip as they float along;
 Sunward they’re steering;
 On toward the isles of light
 Winging their way,
 That on the waters bright
 Dancingly play. 
 Hark to the choral strain,
 Joyfully ringing! 
 While on the grassy plain
 Dancers are springing;
 Climbing the steep hill’s side,
 Skimming the glassy tide,
 Wander they there;
 Others on pinions wide
 Wing the blue air;
 All lifeward tending, upward still wending,
 Toward yonder stars that gleam,
 Far, far above;
 Stars from whose tender beam
 Rains blissful love.

MEPHISTOPHELES

Well done, my dainty spirits! now he slumbers! 
Ye have entranc’d him fairly with your numbers! 
This minstrelsy of yours I must repay.—­
Thou art not yet the man to hold the devil fast!—­
With fairest shapes your spells around him cast,
And plunge him in a sea of dreams! 
But that this charm be rent, the threshold passed,
Tooth of rat the way must clear. 
I need not conjure long it seems,
One rustles hitherward, and soon my voice will hear. 
The master of the rats and mice,
Of flies and frogs, of bugs and lice,
Commands thy presence; without fear
Come forth and gnaw the threshold here,
Where he with oil has smear’d it.—­Thou
Com’st hopping forth already!  Now
To work!  The point that holds me bound
Is in the outer angle found. 
Another bite—­so—­now ’tis done—­
Now, Faustus, till we meet again, dream on.

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