our behests obey; Like ministers of grace they oft appear, And lisp like
angels, to
betray. But let us hence! Grey eve doth all things blend, The air
grows chill, the mists descend! 'Tis in the evening first our home we prize Why
stand you thus, and gaze with wondering eyes? What in the gloom thus moves
you?
Faust
Yon black hound See'st thou, through corn and
stubblescampering round?
Wagner
I've mark'd him long,
naught strange in him I see!
Faust
Note him! What takest thou the brute to be?
Wagner
But for a poodle, whom his
instinct serves His master's track to find once
more.
Faust
Dost mark how round us, with wide
spiral curves, He wheels, each
circlecloser than before? And, if I err not, he appears to me A line of fire upon his
track to leave.
Wagner
Naught but a poodle black of hue I see; 'Tis some
illusion doth your sight
deceive.
Faust
Methinks a magic coil our feet around, He for a future snare doth lightly
spread.
Wagner
Around us as in doubt I see him shyly bound, Since he two strangers seeth in
his master's stead.
Faust
The
circle narrows, he's already near!
Wagner
A dog dost see, no spectre have we here; He growls, doubts, lays him on his
belly, too, And wags his tail - as dogs are wont to do.
Faust
Come
hither, Sirrah! join our company!
Wagner
A very poodle, he appears to be! Thou standest still, for thee he'll wait; Thou
speak'st to him, he fawns upon thee straight; Aught thou mayst lose, again he'll
bring, And for thy stick will into water spring.
Faust
Thou'rt right indeed; no traces now I see Whatever of a spirit's
agency. 'Tis
training - nothing more.
Wagner
A dog well taught E'en by the wisest of us may be sought. Ay, to your favour
he's entitled too, Apt
scholar of the students, 'tis his due! (They enter the gate
of the town.)
Faust Meets With Mephistopheles
Study
Faust (entering with the poodle)
Now field and
meadow I've
forsaken; O'er them deep night her veil doth
draw; In us the better soul doth waken, With feelings of foreboding awe, All
lawless
promptings, deeds unholy, Now
slumber, and all wild desires; The
love of man doth sway us
wholly, And love to God the soul
inspires.
Peace, poodle, peace! Scamper not thus; obey me! Why at the threshold
snuffest thou so? Behind the stove now quietly lay thee, My softest
cushion to
thee I'll throw. As thou, without, didst please and amuse me Running and
frisking about on the hill, So tendance now I will not refuse thee; A welcome
guest, if thou'lt be still.
Ah! when the friendly taper gloweth, Once more within our narrow cell, Then
in the heart itself that knoweth, A light the darkness doth
dispel. Reason her
voice resumes; returneth Hope's
gracious bloom, with promise rife; For
streams of life the spirit yearneth, Ah! for the very fount of life.
Poodle, snarl not! with the tone that arises, Hallow'd and
peaceful, my soul
within, Accords not thy growl, thy bestial din. We find it not strange, that man
despises What he conceives not; That he the good and fair misprizes Finding