Was it a God, who traced this sign, With calm across my tumult stealing, My troubled heart to joy unsealing, With impulse, mystic and divine, The powers of Nature here, around my path, revealing? Am I a God?-so clear mine eyes! In these pure features I behold Creative Nature to my soul unfold. Tis vain, this empty brooding here, Though guessed the holy symbols be: Ye, Spirits, come-ye hover near- Oh, if you hear me, answer me! (He opens the Book, and perceives the sign of the Macrocosm.) Ha! what a sudden rapture leaps from this I view, through all my senses swiftly flowing! I feel a youthful, holy, vital bliss In every vein and fibre newly glowing. Then, too, I've neither lands nor gold, Nor the world's least pomp or honor hold- No dog would endure such a curst existence! Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance, That many a secret perchance I reach Through spirit-power and spirit-speech, And thus the bitter task forego Of saying the things I do not know,- That I may detect the inmost force Which binds the world, and guides its course Its germs, productive powers explore, And rummage in empty words no more!Īnd do I ask, wherefore my heart Falters, oppressed with unknown needs? Why some inexplicable smart All movement of my life impedes? Alas! in living Nature's stead, Where God His human creature set, In smoke and mould the fleshless dead And bones of beasts surround me yet! Fly! Up, and seek the broad, free land! And this one Book of Mystery From Nostradamus' very hand, Is't not sufficient company? When I the starry courses know, And Nature's wise instruction seek, With light of power my soul shall glow, As when to spirits spirits speak. For this, all pleasure am I foregoing I do not pretend to aught worth knowing, I do not pretend I could be a teacher To help or convert a fellow-creature.

I'm cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers, Doctors and Magisters, Scribes and Preachers Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me, Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me.

Night (Faust's Monologue) FAUST I've studied now Philosophy And Jurisprudence, Medicine,- And even, alas! Theology,- From end to end, with labor keen And here, poor fool! with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before: I'm Magister-yea, Doctor-hight, And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right, These ten years long, with many woes, I've led my scholars by the nose,- And see, that nothing can be known! That knowledge cuts me to the bone.

Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe