FAUST. BY GOETHE. (Translation of Anna Swanwick.) [JOHANN WOLFgang Goethe was born August 28, 1749; went to Leipsic University in 1759; shortly after began to write dramas and songs; in 1771 took a doctor's degree at Strasburg and became an advocate at Frankfort; wrote "Götz von Berlichingen" in 1771, as also the "Wanderer" and "The Wanderer's Storm Song"; settled in Wetzlar for law practice in 1772, but had to fly on account of a love intrigue; in 1773 wrote "Prometheus," some farce satires, the comedy "Erwin and Elmira," and began "Faust"; "The Sorrows of Young Werther" and "Clavigo" in 1774; in 1775 settled in Weimar, became a privy councilor to the duke, and most useful public official; studied and made valuable discoveries in natural science; began "Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship" in 1777; wrote "Iphigenia" in prose 1779, in verse 1786; completed "Egmont" in 1787, and "Tasso" in 1789; was director of the court theater at Weimar, 1791; 1794-1805 was associated with Schiller, and they conducted the literary review Horen together; he finished "Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship" in 1796, "Hermann and Dorothea" in 1797, the first part of "Faust" in 1808, "Elective Affinities" in 1809, "Doctrine of Color" in 1810, and his autobiography "Fancy and Truth" in 1811. In 1815 he issued the "Divan of East and West," a volume of poems; in 1821 "Wilhelm Meister's Wanderjähre," a mélange of various pieces put together by his secretary. In 1831 he finished the second part of "Faust." He died March 22, 1832.] Scene: Night. THE TEMPTATION OF FAUST. A high-vaulted, narrow Gothic chamber. Faust, restless, seated at his desk. Faust I have, alas! Philosophy, With ardent labor, studied through. My pupils by the nose-and learn This in my heart like fire doth burn. 'Tis true, I've more cunning than all your dull tribe, Scruple or doubt comes not to enthrall me, Neither can devil nor hell now appall me Hence also my heart must all pleasure forego! In hope, through spirit-voice and might, That binds creation's inmost energies; Woe's me! still prisoned in the gloom With tightened pressure in thy breast? By which thy life-pulse is oppressed? Instead of nature's living sphere, Brute skeletons surround thee here, And dead men's bones in smoke and mold. Up! forth into the distant land! Is not this book of mystery An all-sufficient guide? Thou❜lt see As spirit doth with spirit speak! [He opens the book and perceives the sign of the MACROCOSMOS. Ah! at this spectacle, through every sense What sudden ecstasy of joy is flowing! I feel new rapture, hallowed and intense, O'er my sad heart with rapture stealing, And by a mystic impulse, to my soul, The powers of nature all around revealing? In these pure symbols do I see Now of the wise man's words I learn the sense; Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead! Up scholar, lave, with zeal undying, [He contemplates the sign. Their golden buckets ceaseless interchange! Their flight on rapture-breathing pinions winging, Through the wide sphere their chimes melodious ringing! A wondrous show! but ah! a show alone! Where shall I grasp thee, infinite nature, where? Ye breasts, ye fountains of all life, whereon Hang heaven and earth, from which the withered heart Your sweet and fostering tides - where are ye - where? [Turns over the leaves of the book impatiently, and perceives the sign of the EARTH SPIRIT. How all unlike the influence of this sign! Courage I feel, abroad the world to dare, With storms to wrestle, brave the lightning's glare, And 'mid the crashing shipwreck not despair. Clouds gather over me— The moon conceals her light- Vapors are rising-quivering round my head I feel it, Spirit - prayer-compelled, 'tis thou Ha! How my heart is riven now! Each sense, with eager palpitation, Is strained to catch some new sensation! I feel my heart surrendered unto thee! Thou must! Thou must, though life should be the fee! [Seizes the book, and pronounces mysteriously the sign of the SPIRIT. A ruddy flame flashes up; the SPIRIT appears in the flame. Spirit - Who calls me? Faust Spirit Faust Dreadful shape! With might Thou hast compelled me to appear; Woe's me! I cannot bear thy sight! Spirit To see me thou dost breathe thine invocation, Me doth thy strong entreaty bow — Lo! I am here! What cowering agitation Grasps thee, the demigod! Where's now the soul's deep cry? Where art thou, Faust? whose voice I heard resound, Faust Shall I yield, thing of flame, to thee? Spirit In the currents of life, in action's storm, Faust I float and I wave With billowy motion! A limitless ocean, A constant weaving With change still rife, A restless heaving, A glowing life Thus time's whirring loom unceasing I ply, And weave the life-garment of deity. Thou, restless spirit, dost from end to end O'ersweep the world; how near I feel to thee! Spirit Thou'rt like the spirit thou dost comprehend, Not me! [Vanishes. THE TEMPTATION OF MARGARET. Scene: Evening. A small neat room. MARGARET is braiding her hair. Margaret I would give something now to know And doubtless was of high degree: Mephistopheles [to FAUST] Come in! tread softly! be discreet! Faust [after a pause] Begone and leave me, I entreat! [Exit. |