Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN, by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE Poet's Biography First Line: The sun makes music as of old Last Line: To talk so freely with the devil himself. Subject(s): Faust | ||||||||
The Lord and the Host of heaven. Enter three Archangels Raphael The sun makes music as of old Amid the rival spheres of Heaven, On its predestined circle rolled With thunder speed: the Angels even Draw strength from gazing on its glance, Though none its meaning fathom may; The world's unwithered countenance Is bright as at creation's day. Gabriel And swift and swift, with rapid lightness, The adorned earth spins silently, Alternating Elysian brightness With deep and dreadful night; the sea Foams in broad billows from the deep Up to the rocks, and rocks and ocean, Onward, with spheres which never sleep Are hurried in eternal motion. Michael And tempests in contention roar From land to sea, from sea to land; And, raging, weave a chain of power, Which girds the earth, as with a band. A flashing desolation there Flames before the thunder's way; But thy servants, Lord, revere The gentle changes of thy day. Chorus of the three The Angels draw strength from thy glance, Though no one comprehend thee may; Thy world's unwithered countenance Is bright as on creation's day. Enter Mephistopheles Mephistopheles As thou, O Lord, once more art kind enough To interest thyself in our affairs, And ask, "How goes it with you there below?" And as indulgently at other times Thou tookest not my visits in ill part, Thou seest me here once more among thy household. Though I should scandalize this company, You will excuse me if I do not talk In the high style which they think fashionable; My pathos certainly would make you laugh too, Had you not long since given over laughing. Nothing know I to say of suns and worlds; I observe only how men plague themselves. The little god o' the world keeps the same stamp As wonderful as on creation's day. A little better would he live, hadst thou Not given him a glimpse of Heaven's light Which he calls reason, and employs it only To live more beastily than any beast. With reverence to your Lordship be it spoken, He's like one of those long-legged grasshoppers Who flits and jumps about, and sings forever The same old song i' the grass. There let him lie, Burying his nose in every heap of dung. The Lord Have you no more to say? Do you come here Always to scold, and cavil, and complain? Seems nothing's ever right to you on earth? Mephistopheles No, Lord! I find all there, as ever, bad at best. Even I am sorry for man's days of sorrow; I could myself almost give up the pleasure Of plaguing the poor things. The Lord Knowest thou Faust? Mephistopheles The Doctor? The Lord Ay; my servant Faust. Mephistopheles In truth He serves you in a fashion quite his own; And the fool's meat and drink are not of earth. His aspirations bear him on so far That he is half aware of his own folly, For he demands from Heaven its fairest star, And from the earth the highest joy it bears, Yet all things far, and all things near, are vain To calm the deep emotions of his breast. The Lord Though he now serves me in a cloud of error, I will soon lead him forth to the clear day. When trees look green, full well the gardener knows That fruits and blooms will deck the coming year. Mephistopheles What will you bet? -- now I am sure of winning -- Only, observe you give me full permission To lead him softly on my path. The Lord As long As he shall live upon the earth, so long Is nothing unto thee forbidden. Man Must err till he has ceased to struggle. Mephistopheles Thanks. And that is all I ask; for willingly I never make acquaintance with the dead. The full fresh cheeks of youth are food for me, And if a corpse knocks, I am not at home. For I am like a cat -- I like to play A little with the mouse before I eat it. The Lord Well, well! it is permitted thee. Draw thou His spirit from its springs; as thou find'st power Seize him and lead him on thy downward path; And stand ashamed when failure teaches thee That a good man, even in his darkest longings s well aware of the right way. Mephistopheles Well and good. I am not in much doubt about my bet, And if I lose, then 't is your turn to crow; Enjoy your triumph then with a full breast. Ay; dust shall he devour, and that with pleasure, Like my old paramour, the famous Snake. The Lord Pray come here when it suits you; for I never Had much dislike for people of your sort. And, among all the Spirits who rebelled The knave was ever the least tedious to me. The active spirit of man soon sleeps, and soon He seeks unbroken quiet; therefore I Have given him the Devil for a companion Who may provoke him to some sort of work And must create forever. -- But ye, pure Children of God, enjoy eternal beauty. Let that which ever operates and lives Clasp you within the limits of its love; And seize with sweet and melancholy thoughts The floating phantoms of its loveliness. (Heaven closes. The Archangels exeunt.) Mephistopheles From time to time I visit the old fellow, And I take care to keep on good terms with him. Civil enough is this same God Almighty To talk so freely with the Devil himself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE PROGRESS OF FAUST by KARL SHAPIRO FAUST by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE FAUST by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE FAUST: SCENE 2. 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