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208 FAUST
And they thicken soon o'er the wandering moon:
She hides her head-and the stars are fled;­
With a whispering, whistling, drizzling sound,
And a fall of meteor fires around-
Onward, onward, hurry, skurry,
The hell-driven rout of wizards hurry_
VOICE FROM BELOW_
VOICE FROM ABOVE.
Sto~sto~stop.
Calls to us from the abyss?
Seems it that the words just spoken
From the crannied rock have broken?
VOICE FROM BELOW.
What voice is this
Sto~sto~sto~for mefor
me-
Guarded and bound with slant rocks round­
Sto~stop-sto~and make me free-
Three hlmdred years moiling, three hundred years
toiling,
Hurry work-weary work-step after step ;-
I grasp and I grope, and in time I have hope
To climb to the top-sisters, sto~sisters, stop­
I anoint every joint, and I pray my own prayer,
In the May-sabbath night, to the Prince of the air.­
Are you not my kindred ?-and why am I hind'red
From mixing among you, and meeting him there?
BOTH CHORUSES.
Brooms fly fast when warlocks ride 'em
Rams, with those who know to guide 'em;
Broken branches gallop lightly;
Pitchforks, too, make coursers sprightly.
A buck-goat or boar is as good as the best of them,
Each man for himself, and who cares for the rest of
them?
Many an egg-shell air-balloon,
To-night will land at our saloon;
He who fails in his endeavour
To join us now, is gone for ever.
HALF-WITCH FROM BELOW. Far away I hear their
laughter,
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