Faust A Tragedy. By J. W. Goethe |
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SCENE IV.
Margaret's Room.Margaret alone, at a Spinning-wheel.
MARGARET.
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
Where he is not
Life is the tomb,
The world is bitterness
And gloom.
Life is the tomb,
The world is bitterness
And gloom.
Crazed is my poor
Distracted brain,
My thread of thought
Is rent in twain.
Distracted brain,
My thread of thought
Is rent in twain.
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
My heart is sore;
152
And never more.
I look at the window
For none but him,
I go abroad
For only him.
For none but him,
I go abroad
For only him.
His noble gait,
His stature high,
The smile of his mouth,
The might of his eye,
His stature high,
The smile of his mouth,
The might of his eye,
And, when he speaks,
What flow of bliss!
The squeeze of his hand,
And ah! his kiss!
What flow of bliss!
The squeeze of his hand,
And ah! his kiss!
My rest is gone,
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
My heart is sore;
Peace find I never,
And never more.
My bosom swells,
And pants for him.
O that I might clasp him,
And hold on him!
And kiss him, and kiss him
The live long day,
And on his kisses
Melt away!
And pants for him.
O that I might clasp him,
And hold on him!
And kiss him, and kiss him
The live long day,
And on his kisses
Melt away!
Faust | ||