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[Faust:] "I, Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!"

O growing Moon, didst but shine
A last time on pain of mine
Behind this desk how oft I
At seen thee rising high
O'er and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o mournful

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all that is
Deserves to be in scorn
Therefore 'twere if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of which you as have classified
That is my element - there I

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What thou have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
thou reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the moon rises into sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and dewy
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can never possess
With this ecstasy which me near and nearer
To the

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My mother the put me to death
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear little laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
acts as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of part which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which gave birth to
The arrogant Light would dispute
Ancient rank of Night
Therefore I hope it won't be long
With matter it shall evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, well
From the Heavens to the

The World of is not barred to thee!

"So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"