Chor. [dirge]. Not alone! Where'er thy dwelling, Bright thy day; but bright or clouded Born to all that makes earth happy! Lost, alas too soon. Youth's promise Eye not to be baffled. Human Best of women loved thee. Magic How the whirl of passion bore thee 180 Self-devoted to the snare ! With what rage all laws and usage Unattained-oh! who attains it? This day when a bleeding people, 1181 [Perfect pause. 7 179 The music ceases Hel. [to FAUST]. An old saying, alas! proves itself true in me Beauty and Happiness remain not long united; And once again, yet once again. into thine arms I throw me! Take, Persephone, oh! take the boy and me! [She embraces FAUST. The corporeal part vanishes. Her dress and veil remain in his arms Phor. [to FAUST]. Hold tight what still survives to you of all That was hers. Don't let the cloak go; demons are Would pluck it down from you to their underworld. As long as you can keep there. We two meet [HELENA'S clothes dissolve into clouds, surround FAUST, raise him into the air, and bear him away Phor. [takes EUPHORION's dress, mantle, and lyre from the ground, steps into the proscenium, lifts up these remains and speaks] All the fire but never fear, Well! Finding this is some luck. In the gay art of building rhymes, with envoy. [Sits down, leaning against a pillar, in the proscenium Panth. Swift speed we, maidens, now that we are at freedom, Disenthralled from the dreary spell of the old Thessalian hag, And from the giddy crash of the tangled sounds that jingle Confusedly on the ear and cloud the inner sense! Already hath the Queen with solemn step down glided. Chor. With queens, where'er they be, it still goes right; In Hades even will they stand up erect In unsubmitting pride, rank as of old maintaining— Queens still fast friends of Queen Persephone. But we to pine away in lone recesses, Deep meadows of asphodel, Our sole companions being, For ever and for ever, The lengthy poplars and the barren willows!— Leader of Chorus. Who has not earned a name, nor wills the noble, Belongs to the elements, Away with you! My one abiding passionate desire Is to be with my Queen. Not high desert alone; fidelity, Too, hath its meed: it too preserves to us Person. CHORUS-ALL We to the daylight are given back, The cheery day. Not persons now, indeed, As once we were. That feel we, that we know. 1/3/ Spirits are we, and ever-living Nature Claims irresistible. A PART OF THE CHORUS Ever in the murmured whispers of the thousand boughs here trembling, We with gentle play lure upward from the root the living currents To the branches; soon with leaflets, soon with buds to deck, and blossoms, As with glimmering gems, the tresses floating lavishly in air. Autumn comes, with ripe fruit falling;-joyous concourse men and cattle Crowding, crushing, grasping, cranching, rushing eagerly, down pressing, 1188 All regardless each of other. See them bowing, bending round us, As they, in old days undated, bent before the earliest gods! ANOTHER PART Where these walls of rock far gleaming shine in pure and glassy mirror, We in peaceful waves are winding evermore our gentle way; Lurk for every sound, and listen song of birds or wild reed's music. Is it Pan's own voice affrighting ?-We with voice, like his, reply. Whisper is it ?-We, too, whisper. Thunder ?-We reply in thunders. Earthquake shocks of repercussion, threefold, tenfold, roll we back. A THIRD PART Sisters, you would call us truant. With the streams we hasten onward, Where the richly-cultured hill-slope, smiling, far away allures us, 1689 Ever downward, ever deeper, lead the life-diffusing waters To the meadow-land, the trim lawn, and the garden round the house. Cypresses with spiry summits, rising yonder into ether, Tell where they have found a mirror, tell the banks through which we glide. A FOURTH PART Wander ye at will where lists you! We will linger, we will rustle Round the richly-planted hill-slope, where, upon its staff supported, Leans the vine; and the green berry, day by day, is deepening, darkening. Hour by hour, and through the whole day long, the vintager's emotion Shows to us the doubtful issue of the labours he so loves. Now with spade and now with mattock, and now earthing, pruning, binding, 1190 To all gods he prays, at all times; above all, prays to the Sun-god. Little of his faithful servant's toil thinks Bacchus, the enervate ; Rests in bowers, reclines in grottoes, fondling there the youthful Faun. Dissolute sits he, and dreaming, half with wine inebriated Round him heaped in skins, jars, vases, right and left of the cool cavern, That might serve for endless ages. But when all the gods, when Helios, More than all, has, blowing, moistening, warming, glowing, drying, ripening, Swelled the wine-bestowing berries, heaped the clusterhorn of Plenty, Where the vintager in silence worked, see! sudden life and bustle. Stir there is in every arbour; rattling round from stake to stake; 1191 Baskets, buckets, crackle, clatter; vine-troughs groan beneath their burthen; All to the great vat move onward, to the strong dance of the wine-press. Now the holy, heaven-sent fulness of the pure-born dewy berries Daringly is crushed and broken; trampled down what was their beauty To a mass none love to look on-squeezed together, foaming, splashing. Now the sharp clash of the cymbal, with the timbrel's brazen discord, Tears the ear, and Dionysos is from mysteries unveiled. Here he comes with goat-foot Satyrs, goat-foot Mænads thyrsus-swinging. Evermore, amid the discord, brays the ass of old Silenus. Nothing's spared; the cloven feet are trampling down all laws and manners. 2. Reel the senses all; the ear is by the din distracted, deafened. |