Faust Part 5

FAUST (with averted head)

Terrible to see!

SPIRIT

Me hast thou long with might attracted, Long from my sphere thy food exacted, And now-

FAUST

Woe! I endure not thee!

SPIRIT

To view me is thine aspiration, My voice to hear, my countenance to see; Thy powerful yearning moveth me, Here am I!-what mean perturbation Thee, superhuman, shakes? Thy soul's high calling, where?

Where is the breast, which from itself a world did bear, And shaped and cherished-which with joy expanded, To be our peer, with us, the Spirits, banded?

Where art thou, Faust, whose voice has pierced to me, Who towards me pressed with all thine energy?

He art thou, who, my presence breathing, seeing, Trembles through all the depths of being, A writhing worm, a terror-stricken form?

FAUST

Thee, form of flame, shall I then fear?

Yes, I am Faust: I am thy peer!

SPIRIT

In the tides of Life, in Action's storm, A fluctuant wave, A shuttle free, Birth and the Grave, An eternal sea, A weaving, flowing Life, all-glowing, Thus at Time's humming loom 'tis my hand prepares The garment of Life which the Deity wears!

FAUST

Thou, who around the wide world wendest, Thou busy Spirit, how near I feel to thee!

SPIRIT

Thou'rt like the Spirit which thou comprehendest, Not me!

(Disappears.)

FAUST (overwhelmed)

Not thee!

Whom then?

I, image of the G.o.dhead!

Not even like thee!

(A knock).

O Death!-I know it-'tis my Famulus!

My fairest luck finds no fruition: In all the fullness of my vision The soulless sneak disturbs me thus!

(Enter WAGNER, in dressing-gown and night-cap, a lamp in his hand. FAUST turns impatiently.)

WAGNER

Pardon, I heard your declamation; 'Twas sure an old Greek tragedy you read?

In such an art I crave some preparation, Since now it stands one in good stead.

I've often heard it said, a preacher Might learn, with a comedian for a teacher.

FAUST

Yes, when the priest comedian is by nature, As haply now and then the case may be.

WAGNER

Ah, when one studies thus, a prisoned creature, That scarce the world on holidays can see,- Scarce through a gla.s.s, by rare occasion, How shall one lead it by persuasion?

FAUST

You'll ne'er attain it, save you know the feeling, Save from the soul it rises clear, Serene in primal strength, compelling The hearts and minds of all who hear.

You sit forever gluing, patching; You cook the sc.r.a.ps from others' fare; And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame, ye blow it bare!

Take children's, monkeys' gaze admiring, If such your taste, and be content; But ne'er from heart to heart you'll speak inspiring, Save your own heart is eloquent!

WAGNER

Yet through delivery orators succeed; I feel that I am far behind, indeed.

FAUST

Seek thou the honest recompense!

Beware, a tinkling fool to be!

With little art, clear wit and sense Suggest their own delivery; And if thou'rt moved to speak in earnest, What need, that after words thou yearnest?

Yes, your discourses, with their glittering show, Where ye for men twist shredded thought like paper, Are unrefres.h.i.+ng as the winds that blow The rustling leaves through chill autumnal vapor!

WAGNER