MARGARET

Woe! woe! 
Would I were free from the thoughts
That cross me, drawing hither and thither
Despite me!

CHORUS

        Diesira, dies illa,
        Solvet soeclum in favilla!
        (Sound of the organ.)

EVIL SPIRIT

Wrath takes thee! 
The trumpet peals! 
The graves tremble! 
And thy heart
From ashy rest
To fiery torments
Now again requickened,
Throbs to life!

MARGARET

Would I were forth! 
I feel as if the organ here
My breath takes from me,
My very heart
Dissolved by the anthem!

CHORUS

        Judex ergo cum sedebit,
        Quidquid latet, ad parebit,
        Nil inultum remanebit. 
MARGARET

I cannot breathe! 
The massy pillars
Imprison me! 
The vaulted arches
Crush me!—­Air!

EVIL SPIRIT

Hide thyself!  Sin and shame
Stay never hidden. 
Air?  Light? 
Woe to thee!

CHORUS

        Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
        Quem patronem rogaturus,
        Cum vix Justus sit securus?

EVIL SPIRIT

They turn their faces,
The glorified, from thee: 
The pure, their hands to offer,
Shuddering, refuse thee! 
Woe!

CHORUS

Quid sum miser tune dicturus?

MARGARET

Neighbor! your cordial! (She falls in a swoon.)

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[Illustration]

XXI

WALPURGIS-NIGHT

THE HARTZ MOUNTAINS.

District of Schierke and Elend.

FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES

MEPHISTOPHELES

DOST thou not wish a broomstick-steed’s assistance? 
The sturdiest he-goat I would gladly see: 
The way we take, our goal is yet some distance.

FAUST

So long as in my legs I feel the fresh existence. 
This knotted staff suffices me. 
What need to shorten so the way? 
Along this labyrinth of vales to wander,
Then climb the rocky ramparts yonder,
Wherefrom the fountain flings eternal spray,
Is such delight, my steps would fain delay. 
The spring-time stirs within the fragrant birches,
And even the fir-tree feels it now: 
Should then our limbs escape its gentle searches?

MEPHISTOPHELES