Faust eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 151 pages of information about Faust.

Faust eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 151 pages of information about Faust.

B.T.

[Illustration]

AN GOETHE

Erhabener Geist, im Geisterreich verloren! 
Wo immer Deine lichte Wohnung sey,
Zum hoeh’ren Schaffen bist Du neugeboren,
Und singest dort die voll’re Litanei. 
Von jenem Streben das Du auserkoren,
Vom reinsten Aether, drin Du athmest frei,
O neige Dich zu gnaedigem Erwiedern
Des letzten Wiederhalls von Deinen Liedern!

II

Den alten Musen die bestaeubten Kronen
Nahmst Du, zu neuem Glanz, mit kuehner Hand: 
Du loest die Raethsel aeltester Aeonen
Durch juengeren Glauben, helleren Verstand,
Und machst, wo rege Menschengeister wohnen,
Die ganze Erde Dir zum Vaterland;
Und Deine Juenger sehn in Dir, verwundert,
Verkoerpert schon das werdende Jahrhundert.

III

Was Du gesungen, Aller Lust und Klagen,
Des Lebens Wiedersprueche, neu vermaehlt,—­
Die Harfe tausendstimmig frisch geschlagen,
Die Shakspeare einst, die einst Homer gewaehlt,—­
Darf ich in fremde Klaenge uebertragen
Das Alles, wo so Mancher schon gefehlt? 
Lass Deinen Geist in meiner Stimme klingen,
Und was Du sangst, lass mich es Dir nachsingen!_

B.T.

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[Illustration:  =Dedication=]

Again ye come, ye hovering Forms!  I find ye,
As early to my clouded sight ye shone! 
Shall I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye? 
Still o’er my heart is that illusion thrown? 
Ye crowd more near!  Then, be the reign assigned ye,
And sway me from your misty, shadowy zone! 
My bosom thrills, with youthful passion shaken,
From magic airs that round your march awaken.

Of joyous days ye bring the blissful vision;
The dear, familiar phantoms rise again,
And, like an old and half-extinct tradition,
First Love returns, with Friendship in his train. 
Renewed is Pain:  with mournful repetition
Life tracks his devious, labyrinthine chain,
And names the Good, whose cheating fortune tore them
From happy hours, and left me to deplore them.

They hear no longer these succeeding measures,
The souls, to whom my earliest songs I sang: 

Dispersed the friendly troop, with all its pleasures,
And still, alas! the echoes first that rang! 
I bring the unknown multitude my treasures;
Their very plaudits give my heart a pang,
And those beside, whose joy my Song so flattered,
If still they live, wide through the world are scattered.

And grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning
For that serene and solemn Spirit-Land: 
My song, to faint Aeolian murmurs turning,
Sways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned. 
I thrill and tremble; tear on tear is burning,
And the stern heart is tenderly unmanned. 
What I possess, I see far distant lying,
And what I lost, grows real and undying.

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