Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot, And the power which thou dost feel And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse; And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare; Shall forbid thee to rejoice; And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done. From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill; From thy own heart I then did wring From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake, From thy own lip I drew the charm Which gave all these their chiefest harm; In proving every poison known, I found the strongest was thine own. By thy cold breast and serpent smile, By the perfection of thine art Which pass'd for human thine own heart; By thy delight in others' pain, And by thy brotherhood of Cain, I call upon thee! and compel Thyself to be thy proper Hell! And on thy head I pour the vial Nor to slumber, nor to die, Shall be in thy destiny; Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish, but as a fear; Lo! the spell now works around thee, And the clankless chain hath bound thee; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd-now wither! SCENE II. The Mountain of the Jungfrau.-Time, Morning. MAN. The spirits I have raised abandon me The spells which I have studied baffle me The remedy I reck'd of tortured me; I lean no more on super-human aid, It hath no power upon the past, and for The future, till the past be gulf'd in darkness, It is not of my search.-My mother Earth! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart. A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring I feel the impulse-yet I do not plunge; And my brain reels-and yet my foot is firm: If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be |