Faust

DEDICATION

DEDICATIONAgain 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.