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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 01 eBook

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All hath been achieved.  For ever
I am thine, and mine thou art,
Blent our beings are—­oh never
May our present joy depart!

CHORUS

Many a year of purest pleasure,
In the mild light of their boy,
Crowns this pair in richest measure. 
Me their union thrills with joy!

EUPHORION

 Now let me gambol,
 Joyfully springing! 
 Upward to hasten
 Through ether winging,
 This wakes my yearning,
 This prompts me now!

FAUST

 Gently! son, gently! 
 Be not so daring! 
 Lest ruin seize thee
 Past all repairing,
 And our own darling
 Whelm us in woe!

EUPHORION

 From earth my spirit
 Still upward presses;
 Let go my hands now,
 Let go my tresses,
 Let go my garments,
 Mine every one!

HELENA

 To whom, bethink thee,
 Now thou pertainest! 
 Think how it grieves us
 When thou disdainest
 Mine, thine, and his,—­the all
 That hath been won.

CHORUS

 Soon shall, I fear me,
 The bond be undone!

HELENA and FAUST

 Curb for thy parents’ sake,
 To us returning,
 Curb thy importunate
 Passionate yearning! 
 Make thou the rural plain
 Tranquil and bright.

EUPHORION

 But to content you
 Stay I my flight.

(Winding among the CHORUS and drawing them forth to dance)

 Round this gay troop I flee
 With impulse light. 
 Say is the melody,
 Say is the movement right?

HELENA

 Yea, ’tis well done; advance,
 Lead to the graceful dance
 These maidens coy!

FAUST

 Could I the end but see! 
 Me this mad revelry
 Fills with annoy.

EUPHORION and the CHORUS

(Dancing and singing, they move about in interweaving lines)

 Moving thine arms so fair
 With graceful motion,
 Tossing thy curling hair
 In bright commotion;
 When thou with foot so light
 Over the earth doth skim,
 Thither and back in flight,
 Moving each graceful limb;
 Thou hast attained thy goal,
 Beautiful child,
 All hearts thou hast beguiled,
 Won every soul. [Pause.]

EUPHORION

 Gracefully sporting,
 Light-footed roes,
 New frolic courting
 Scorn ye repose: 
 I am the hunter,
 Ye are the game.

CHORUS

 Us wilt thou capture,
 Urge not thy pace;
 For it were rapture
 Thee to embrace,
 Beautiful creature,
 This our sole aim!

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