The Misanthrope Reclaimed - Act I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| S L Sawtelle | B |
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| Dear Sir | C |
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| To you who have given me friendship in adversity counsel in perplexity and hope in despondency permit me as an expression of my deep and lasting gratitude to inscribe the Misanthrope | D |
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| With sentiments of the highest respect | E |
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| Your obt servt | E |
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| George W Sands | F |
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| Frederick City September | C |
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| Dramatis Personae | G |
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| Werner Misanthrope | D |
| Manuel a cottager | C |
| Albert his son | H |
| Rebecca wife to Manuel | B |
| Rose his daughter | C |
| Spirits | I |
| An aerial chorus | J |
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| The Misanthrope Reclaimed ACT I | K |
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| A fountain near the summit of a mountain from which through a deep glen a stream descends to the valley below A city seen in the distance Time midnight Werner standing near the fountain | H |
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| Werner solus | J |
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| Eternal rocks and hills | J |
| Mighty and vast and you ye giant oaks | J |
| Whose massy branches have for centuries | J |
| Played with the breeze and battled with the storm | L |
| He who so oft has trod your rugged paths | J |
| And laid him down beneath your shades to rest | E |
| Returns to be your dweller once again | M |
| I sooner far would make your wilds my home | N |
| With nought but your rude eaves to shield me from | A |
| The winter's cold or summer's heat than be | O |
| One of the hundred thousand human flies | J |
| That swarm within yon filthy city's walls | J |
| Here I at least may live in solitude | E |
| Free from a forced communion with a race | J |
| Whose presence makes me feel that I am bound | E |
| By nature to the thing I loathe the most | E |
| Earth's stateliest proudest meanest reptile man | P |
| The beauty of a god adorns his form | L |
| The foulness of a fiend is in his heart | E |
| The viper's or the scorpion's filthy nest | E |
| Nurses a far less deadly poisonous brood | E |
| Than are the hellish lusts the avarice | J |
| The pride the hate the double faced deceits | J |
| That make his breast their dwelling | Q |
| If he be not beneath hell's wish to damn | R |
| Too lost for even fiends to meddle with | S |
| How must they laugh to hear him in his pride | E |
| Baptize his vices virtues making use | J |
| Of holy names to designate his crimes | J |
| Giving his lust the sacred name of love | T |
| Calling his avarice a goodly sin | U |
| Care for his household naming his deceit | E |
| Praiseworthy caution boasting of his hate | E |
| When he no more can cloak it as a proof | V |
| Of strength of mind and honesty of heart | E |
| For all of goodness that remains on earth | W |
| The name of virtue might be banished from it | E |
| Fathers who waste in shameful riotings | J |
| The bread for which their children cry at home | N |
| Mothers who put aside th' unconscious babe | X |
| That they may wrong its father children who | Y |
| Grow old in crime ere they have spent their youth | Z |
| These are its habitants | J |
| I cannot brook the thought that I belong | A2 |
| To their vile race My sufferings have been great | E |
| And keen enough to prove my immortality | O |
| For dust could not have borne what I have suffered | E |
| My mind has pierced far far beyond the length | B2 |
| Of mortal vision and discovered things | J |
| Of which men scarcely dream and paid in pain | C2 |
| The price of what it learned and bought with pangs | J |
| By which a thousand ages were compressed | E |
| Into one hour of agony a power | C |
| Which is a terror to possess and yet | E |
| This one thought only irks me | O |
| Methinks the peaceful earth will scarcely give | D2 |
| My dust a resting place within its bosom | A |
| But cast it forth as if too vile to mingle | E2 |
| With clay that ne'er has been the slave of sin | U |
| What other watchers here at this lone hour | C |
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| An evil spirit enters singing | Q |
| The world is half hidden | H |
| By midnight's dark shadow | E |
| The filly witch ridden | H |
| Skims over the meadow | E |
| The house dog is barking | Q |
| The night owl is hooting | Q |
| The glow worm is sparkling | Q |
| The meteor is shooting | Q |
| And forms which lie | K |
| So stiff and still | F2 |
| In their shrouds so chill | F2 |
| Through the live long day | G |
| Now burst their clay | G |
| And flit through the sky | K |
| On their dusky pinions | J |
| Hell's dominions | J |
| Keep holiday | G |
| Sisters sisters wherever your watches | J |
| Are kept fleet hither to me | O |
| Fleet hither fleet hither and leave earth's wretches | J |
| Alone to their misery | O |
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| A chorus of evil spirits answer as they enter from different parts of the mountain | H |
| We come | A |
| Vice needs no assistance | J |
| She meets no resistance | J |
| Virtue's existence | J |
| Is only in name | G2 |
| Drinking and eating | Q |
| Intriguing and cheating | Q |
| Carousing completing | Q |
| Their ruin and shame | G2 |
| Old age unrepenting | Q |
| Manhood unrelenting | Q |
| Youth sighing and winning | Q |
| Deceiving and sinning | Q |
| Deserting repining | Q |
| All men are the same | G2 |
| Ho ho | E |
| Earth quakes with the weight of the anguish she bears | J |
| Her plains and her valleys are deluged with tears | J |
| And her sighs if united were deeper by far | C |
| Than the thunderbolt's peal when the clouds are at war | C |
| There is not a bosom that bears not within | U |
| Its chambers the blot and the burden of sin | U |
| Not a mind but in many an hour bath felt | E |
| The curse of its nature the pangs of its guilt | E |
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| These earth worms whose sire would have had us to bow | H2 |
| To his dust moulded Godship what what are they now | H2 |
| In the scale of true goodness they sink far below | E |
| The poor patient ox that they yoke to the plough | H2 |
| Let them revel awhile in the false glaring light | E |
| Of deception that blindness but seems to make bright | E |
| Let them gather awhile of time's perishing flowers | J |
| The revenge of eternity This shall be ours | J |
| Ho ho | E |
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| They settle near the fountain The first Spirit addresses them | I2 |
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| The night is advancing | Q |
| Come let us dancing | Q |
| In dewy circles deftly tread | E |
| And while we dance round | E |
| New schemes shall be found | E |
| To ruin the living and trouble the dead | E |
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| They form a circle on the margin of the stream and dance round singing | Q |
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| I | K |
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| Life is but a fleeting day | G |
| Half of which man dreams away | G |
| Night we follow in thy train | C2 |
| Sleep supreme o'er thee we reign | C2 |
| Ours the dreams that come when thou | H2 |
| Sit'st upon the unconscious brow | H2 |
| Reason then deserts her throne | J2 |
| We then reign and we alone | J2 |
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| II | K |
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| Then seek we for the maiden's pillow | E |
| Far beyond the Atlantic's billow | E |
| Love's apple and when we have found it | E |
| Draw the magic circle round it | E |
| Fearless pluck it then no charm | K2 |
| That it bears may do us harm | K2 |
| Place it near the sleeper's head | E |
| It will bring love's visions nigh | K |
| And when the pleasing dreams are fled | E |
| The waking pensive maid will sigh | K |
| Till her bosom has possessed | E |
| The form that made her dreams so blest | E |
| And when a maiden finds a lover | C |
| Her happy days are nearly over | C |
| Nature hath unchaste desires | J |
| Love awakes her slumbering fires | J |
| And the bosom that is true in | U |
| Love is ever near its ruin | H |
| Passion's pleading melts the frost | E |
| Of chilliest hearts and all is lost | E |
| For once vice blots a maiden's name | G2 |
| She soon forgets her maiden shame | G2 |
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| III | K |
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| Haunt the debauchee with dreams | J |
| Of the victim of his schemes | J |
| Paint her with dishevelled hair | C |
| Streaming eyes and bosom bare | C |
| And with aspect pale and sad | E |
| As a spectre's from the dead | E |
| Weeping o'er her new born child | E |
| Her name reproached her fame despoiled | E |
| Let her groanings reach his ear | C |
| Pierce his heart and rouse his fear | C |
| Of the retribution given | H |
| To such deeds as his by Heaven | H |
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| Around the drunkard's tattered couch | L2 |
| Let pale faced want and misery crouch | L2 |
| His children shivering o'er the hearth | M2 |
| Cheered by no sound of social mirth | W |
| Upbraiding with their timid glances | J |
| The author of their sad mischances | J |
| And she to whom the holy vow | K |
| Of the altar bound him now | K |
| With sunken eye and beauty faded | E |
| Tresses silvered brow o'ershaded | E |
| Clinging to him fondly still | F2 |
| With a love that mocks each ill | F2 |
| Which would vainly strive to tear | C |
| Her soul from one who once was dear | C |
| Now haste we each our task to do | E |
| Ere the starry hours wane through | E |
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| They fly off singing as they disappear | C |
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| Ere the Morning's rosy wing | Q |
| Has brushed the damp night shades away | G |
| Ere the birds their matins sing | Q |
| Choiring to the new born day | G |
| Though its bright birth hour be near | C |
| Many a sigh and many a tear | C |
| Shall attest the mystic might | E |
| Of those who walk the world by night | E |
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| Werner solus | J |
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| The ruin of the living if that be | O |
| Your only task you have a poor employ | N2 |
| Give man his three score years and he will make | Q |
| A wreck the skill of hell might show forth as | J |
| A sample of its handiwork and then | M |
| Exult at the completeness of its ruin | H |
| The troubling of the dead if memory lives | J |
| In that far world to which the spirit hastens | J |
| When she casts off the clay that clogs her wings | J |
| E'en there ye are forestalled for man will need | E |
| No curse to make his second life a hell | B |
| If be retains the memory of his first | E |
| Had the clear waters of this gurgling brook | Q |
| The pow'r to wash time's blots from th' mind's page | O2 |
| And all earth's mountains were compact of gold | E |
| Her rivers nectar and her oceans wine | P2 |
| Her hills all fruitful and her valleys fresh | Q2 |
| And full of loveliness as Eden was | J |
| Ere sin's sad blight fell on its living bow'rs | J |
| And all were mine I'd give them but to lay | G |
| My weary limbs along this streamlet's bed | E |
| And sleep in full forgetfulness awhile | R2 |
| But I forget my task now let me to it | E |
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| He takes a vial from his bosom and flings its contents into the air chanting | Q |
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| Spirit | E |
| Wherever be thy home | N |
| In earth or air | C |
| My message hear | C |
| And fear it | E |
| By the power which I have earned | E |
| To which thy knee has knelt | E |
| By the spell which I have learned | E |
| A spell which thou hast felt | E |
| I bid thee hither come | A |
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| A white cloud appears in the distance floating up the glen and a voice is heard singing as it approaches | J |
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| I | K |
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| I saw from port a vessel steer | C |
| The skies were clear the winds were fair | C |
| More swiftly than the hunted deer | C |
| Upon her snowy wings of air | C |
| She flew along the silv'ry water | C |
| As fearlessly as if some sprite | E |
| Familiar with the deep had taught her | C |
| A spell by which to rule the might | E |
| Of winds and waves when met to try | K |
| Their strength up midway in the sky | K |
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| Along her trackless watery way | G |
| With unabated speed she flew | E |
| Still gay and careless till the day | G |
| Waned past night came the heavens grew | E |
| Black dread and threat'ning Then the storm | L |
| Came forth in its devouring wrath | S2 |
| Before it fled Fear's pallid form | L |
| Destruction followed in its path | S2 |
| It passed the morning came in vain | C2 |
| I look for that lost bark again | M |
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| III | K |
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| Far down beneath the deep blue waves | J |
| Within some merman's coral hall | T2 |
| Her fated crew have found their graves | J |
| Above them for their burial pall | U2 |
| The mermaids spread their flowing tresses | J |
| The waters chant their requiem | A |
| From many an eyelid Pity presses | J |
| Her tender dewy tears for them | I2 |
| The natives of the ocean weep | V2 |
| To view them sleeping death's pale sleep | V2 |
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| Thou mortal wast the bark I saw | J |
| The waters were the sea of life | K |
| And thou alas too well dost know | E |
| What storms were imaged in the strife | K |
| Of winds and waves The hopes of youth | Z |
| Thou in that bark's lost crew may'st see | J |
| All buried now within that smooth | W2 |
| Vast boundless deep eternity | J |
| And I a spirit though I be | J |
| Can pity still and weep for thee | J |
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| The cloud settles near the fountain and unclosing discovers a beautiful form looking steadily at Werner | C |
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| WERNER addressing it | E |
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| How beautiful | E2 |
| If intercourse between all living worlds | J |
| Had not been barr'd by Him who gave them life | K |
| I should believe thou wert the guardian spirit | E |
| Of that which men have named the Queen of Night | E |
| Like her thou art majestic pale and sad | E |
| And of a tender beauty those bright curls | J |
| That press thy brow and cling about thy neck | Q |
| Seem made of sunbeams caught upon their way | G |
| To earth by some creative hand and woven | H |
| Into a fairy web of light and life | K |
| Conscious of its high source and proud to be | J |
| A part of aught so beautiful as thou | K |
| I have seen many full bright mortal eyes | J |
| That were a labyrinth of witching charms | J |
| In which the heart of him who looked was lost | E |
| But none like thine their light is not of earth | W |
| Their loveliness not like what man calls lovely | J |
| Beside the smoothness of thy brow and cheek | Q |
| The lily's lip were rough each of thy limbs | J |
| Is in itself a being and a beauty | J |
| If that the orb thou didst inhabit ere | C |
| Thou wert a portion of eternity | J |
| Was worthy of such dwellers oh how fair | C |
| And glorious must have been its fields and bow'rs | J |
| How clear its streams how pure and fresh its airs | J |
| How mellow were its fruits how bright its flow'rs | J |
| How strong and brave the beings fit to share | C |
| It with thee 'Tis most strange that He whose hand | E |
| Fashions such wondrous things should take delight | E |
| In striking them to nothingness again | M |
| Perchance the author of all evil had | E |
| Invaded it and made it quite unfit | E |
| To be a part of God's great universe | J |
| And yet thou lookest as if thou wert beyond | E |
| The power of temptation to assail | X2 |
| Hast thou too sinned | E |
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| Spirit | E |
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| I have lived as thou livest died as thou | K |
| Wilt have to die and am what thou shalt be | J |
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| Werner | C |
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| I have not questioned thee of life or death | Y2 |
| Nor of the state which shall succeed them both | Z2 |
| I care not for the first nor fear the second | E |
| The last I leave to Him who gave to man | P |
| Eternity for his inheritance | J |
| But I would know if the unceasing war | C |
| Which good and evil wage upon the earth | W |
| Has reached beyond its confines | J |
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| Spirit | E |
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| Have I not answered thee | J |
| The Begetter of worlds stars suns and systems | J |
| The Father of Creation the Bridegroom | A3 |
| Of the Spirit hath He not written that | E |
| Death has dominion only over sin | U |
| And thou would'st know if other worlds have felt | E |
| The curse that fell upon and blighted thine | P2 |
| Poor simple child of clay no doubt thou know'st | E |
| The story of the Eden of thy sire | C |
| And think'st that there in its fresh stainless breast | E |
| The baleful seeds of evil first were sown | J2 |
| Which since have spread so fearfully abroad | E |
| When the sad doom that came on him and his | J |
| Was but the spray cast from the wave of fate | E |
| Which just then reached thy newly finished orb | B3 |
| Where it first started whither tends its course | J |
| Where it shall stop how many wrecks of worlds | J |
| Once fairer far than thine was at its birth | W |
| Shall strew its desolate way is not for things | J |
| Brought forth from dust to know | E |
| What wouldst thou of me | J |
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| Werner | C |
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| The sole remaining good if good it be | J |
| That yet is mine to share I have tried all | T2 |
| That earthly hope holds out to satisfy | K |
| The longings of man's nature I have loved | E |
| And made an idol of the thing I loved | E |
| And worshipped it with all my soul's intensity | J |
| And for awhile the frenzy of my dream | C3 |
| Shut out all other thoughts But it was short | E |
| Death plucked my lovely flower from my grasp | D3 |
| And then the icy chill of desolation | H |
| Came like a snowy avalanche upon | E3 |
| My heart and froze the fountains of its feeling | Q |
| I was ambitious I have striven for | C |
| And worn the gaudiest wreath of fame and when | M |
| I would have placed it on my brow it grew | E |
| A mountain in its weight I courted much | F3 |
| The notice of the world and when men praised | E |
| The very breath that bore their praise to me | J |
| Seemed clogged with pestilence | J |
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| Wealth too I coveted | E |
| And heaped its shining dust in hoards around me | J |
| And yet it was but dust as barren of | K |
| Enjoyment as the ground we tread upon | E3 |
| I clad myself in purple heaped my board | E |
| With all the fairest sweetest fruits of earth | W |
| And filled my golden goblets with bright juice | J |
| Pressed from the goodliest grapes and made my couch | L2 |
| Of down and yet I was most wretched still | F2 |
| My garments were but cumbersome my couch | L2 |
| Could give no rest and e'en my generous wines | J |
| Could not remove the crushing weight that sat | E |
| Nightmare like on my heart until it grew | E |
| A palpable and keenly aching pang | Q |
| There is one path which yet remains untrod | E |
| To be my guide in it I called thee hither | C |
| 'Tis that of knowledge | G3 |
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| Spirit | E |
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| The same | G2 |
| In which the mother of thy race was lost | E |
| With e'en a wiser mightier guide than I | K |
| She thirsted too for knowledge and she gave | K |
| Her innocence her home in Paradise | J |
| The happiness of him who shared her lot | E |
| To know what That her own rebellious hand | E |
| Had raised the flood gates of a sea of crime | H3 |
| Which would for ever pour its bitter waves | J |
| Upon the helpless unprotected race | J |
| Which her rash deed had ruined | E |
| Think of the sighs the groans the floods of tears | J |
| The woes too deep for these which have no end | E |
| Save but in heart breaks Think upon the toil | I3 |
| The sweat the pain the strife the crime the blood | E |
| The myriads of souls with which this one | H |
| Sad lesson was obtained whose price is yet | E |
| Not fully paid nor shall be so until | F2 |
| The last poor son of earth mingles with dust | E |
| Dost thou not fear to tread a path like this | J |
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| Werner | C |
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| I have no fear | C |
| It is so long since I have felt its thrill | F2 |
| That 'twere a pleasure now to feel it | E |
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| Spirit | E |
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| What wouldst thou know | E |
| Thou art familiar with all earthly lore | C |
| More Thou hast gained and wield'st a power to which | J3 |
| The rulers of the elements do bow | K |
| The hurricane at thy command goes forth | K3 |
| Walking where'er thou bid'st it and the storm | L |
| Ceases to howl when thou hast said Be still | F2 |
| Thine anger stirs the ocean and thy wrath | S2 |
| Finds out the deep foundations of the mountains | J |
| And shakes them with its strength the subtle fire | C |
| That lights the tempest on its gloomy way | G |
| Starts from its cloud rocked slumber at thy call | T2 |
| To be thy messenger | C |
| Canst thou not be content when thou art feared | E |
| By those who rule a world What is there yet | E |
| Which thy insatiate mind desires to know | E |
| Would'st learn immortal mysteries Reflect | E |
| Thou art but mortal | E2 |
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| Werner | C |
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| Spirit why dost thou | K |
| Taunt me with my mortality Weak things | J |
| Brought forth from earth Poor simple child of clay | G |
| These are thy words when well thou knows't that I | K |
| Though bound to earth by bonds made of its mire | C |
| Am mightier than thou Were it not so | E |
| Thou would'st not now be face to face with one | H |
| Of mortal birth Thou too canst feel revenge | L3 |
| And knowest how to wreak it but take heed | E |
| The power which brought thee hither can and may | G |
| Deal harshly with thee If thou knowest aught | E |
| Worthy of an immortal mind to know | E |
| To which I have not pierced reveal thy knowledge | G3 |
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| Spirit | E |
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| We may not tell the secrets of eternity | E |
| But I can show thee things thou hast not seen | M3 |
| And they may profit thee although 'twill shake | Q |
| Even thy proud heart to look upon them | I2 |
| Would'st see them | I2 |
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| Werner | C |
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| It is my wish | N3 |
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| Spirit | E |
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| Come then | M |
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| Werner | C |
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| Lead on | E3 |
| Although thy path be through hell's gloomy gate | E |
| I too will pass its portals at thy back | Q |
| Thou canst not enter where I dare not pass | J |
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| The cloud closes around them and moves away and a voice sings as it disappears | J |
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| To the region of shadow | E |
| The region of death | Y2 |
| Where dust is a stranger | C |
| And life has no breath | Y2 |
| Where darkness and silence | J |
| Their dim shrouds have cast | E |
| Round the phantoms of worlds | J |
| That belong to the past | E |
| Spirits who sit on | E3 |
| The thrones of the air | C |
| Guide ye our chariot | E |
| Waft ye us there | C |
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| Exeunt | E |
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