©Biblioteca Nacional de Colombia

202 FAUST
On, saucy spark, on-or I'll blow thee out,
Poor gleam of marsh-light life.
WILL-O' ·THE·WISP.
'Tis plain to see
That the master of the house is here-my lord,
I will be all I can be, to oblige you,-
But, think:, the hill to-day is mad with magic;
And, if we should not go the straightest road,
Remember that your guide is but a meteor.
FA UST, MEPmSTOPHELES, METEOR (alternately).
SONG.
Into the magic world, the centre
Of fancies strange and dreamy science,
By a meteor led, we enter,
His wild light our best reliance.
Then, .Meteor, guide us on in haste,
Through regions lonely, wide, and wastc.
Woods-how swift they vanish by us!
Trees on trees-how fast they fly us !
And the cliffs, with antic greeting,
Bending forward and retreating,
How they mock the midnight meeting;
Ghastly rocks grin glaring on us,
Panting, blowing, as they shun us !
Trickling on, through sward and stone,
Rill and rivulet run down-
Murmuring and rustling near,
Voices meet and mock the ear;
Sweet sounds greet us from above :
Are they-are they words of love?
Tender tones, that from the wild wood
Whisper back the days of childhood?
All that was, when we were young,
EDEN to the henrt, now meets it;
And the rock, with airy tongue,
Recalls, restores, the enchanted song,
And lingering in love repeats it.
©Biblioteca Nacional de Colombia