Paracelsus: Part Iii: Paracelsus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Scene Basil a chamber in the house of ParacelsusA
Paracelsus FestusA
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ParacelsusA
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh outB
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FestusA
True trueC
'T is very fit all time and chance and changeD
Have wrought since last we sat thus face to faceA
And soul to soul all cares far looking fearsA
Vague apprehensions all vain fancies bredE
By your long absence should be cast awayF
Forgotten in this glad unhoped renewalG
Of our affectionsA
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ParacelsusA
Oh omit not aughtE
Which witnesses your own and Michal's ownH
Affection spare not that Only forgetE
The honours and the glories and what notE
It pleases you to tell profusely outE
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FestusA
Nay even your honours in a sense I waiveI
The wondrous Paracelsus life's dispenserJ
Fate's commissary idol of the schoolsA
And courts shall be no more than Aureole stillK
Still Aureole and my friend as when we partedE
Some twenty years ago and I restrainedE
As best I could the promptings of my spiritE
Which secretly advanced you from the firstE
To the pre eminent rank which since your ownH
Adventurous ardour nobly triumphingL
Has won for youC
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ParacelsusA
Yes yes And Michal's faceA
Still wears that quiet and peculiar lightE
Like the dim circlet floating round a pearlM
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FestusA
Just soA
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ParacelsusA
And yet her calm sweet countenanceA
Though saintly was not sad for she would singL
Alone Does she still sing alone bird likeL
Not dreaming you are near Her carols droptE
In flakes through that old leafy bower built underJ
The sunny wall at W rzburg from her latticeA
Among the trees above while I unseenN
Sat conning some rare scroll from Tritheim's shelvesA
Much wondering notes so simple could divertE
My mind from study Those were happy daysA
Respect all such as sing when all aloneH
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FestusA
Scarcely alone her children you may guessA
Are wild beside herJ
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ParacelsusA
Ah those children quiteE
Unsettle the pure picture in my mindE
A girl she was so perfect so distinctE
No change no change Not but this added graceA
May blend and harmonize with its compeersA
And Michal may become her motherhoodE
But't is a change and I detest all changeD
And most a change in aught I loved long sinceA
So Michal you have said she thinks of meO
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FestusA
O very proud will Michal be of youC
Imagine how we sat long winter nightsA
Scheming and wondering shaping your presumedE
Adventure or devising its rewardE
Shutting out fear with all the strength of hopeP
For it was strange how even when most secureQ
In our domestic peace a certain dimR
And flitting shade could sadden all it seemedE
A restlessness of heart a silent yearningL
A sense of something wanting incompleteE
Not to be put in words perhaps avoidedE
By mute consent but said or unsaid feltE
To point to one so loved and so long lostE
And then the hopes rose and shut out the fearsA
How you would laugh should I recount them nowS
I still predicted your return at lastE
With gifts beyond the greatest of them allT
All Tritheim's wondrous troop did one of whichU
Attain renown by any chance I smiledE
As well aware of who would prove his peerV
Michal was sure some woman long ere thisA
As beautiful as you were sage had lovedE
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ParacelsusA
Far seeing truly to discern so muchW
In the fantastic projects and day dreamsA
Of a raw restless boyX
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FestusA
Oh no the sunriseA
Well warranted our faith in this full noonY
Can I forget the anxious voice which saidE
Festus have thoughts like these ere shaped themselvesA
In other brains than mine have their possessorsA
Existed in like circumstance were they weakL
As I or ever constant from the firstE
Despising youth's allurements and rejectingL
As spider films the shackles I endureQ
Is there hope for me and I answered gravelyO
As an acknowledged elder calmer wiserJ
More gifted mortal O you must rememberJ
For all your gloriousA
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ParacelsusA
Glorious ay this hairZ
These hands nay touch them they are mine RecallT
With all the said recallings times when thusA
To lay them by your own ne'er turned you paleA2
As now Most glorious are they notE
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FestusA
Why whyB2
Something must be subtracted from successA
So wide no doubt He would be scrupulous trulyO
Who should object such drawbacks Still still AureoleC2
You are changed very changed 'T were losing nothingL
To look well to it you must not be stolenD2
From the enjoyment of your well won meedE
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ParacelsusA
My friend you seek my pleasure past a doubtE
You will best gain your point by talking notE
Of me but of yourselfE2
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FestusA
Have I not saidE
All touching Michal and my children SureQ
You know by this full well how Aennchen looksA
Gravely while one disparts her thick brown hairZ
And Aureole's glee when some stray gannet buildsA
Amid the birch trees by the lake Small hopeP
Have I that he will honour the wild impF2
His namesake Sigh not 't is too much to askL
That all we love should reach the same proud fateE
But you are very kind to humour meO
By showing interest in my quiet lifeG2
You who of old could never tame yourselfE2
To tranquil pleasures must at heart despiseA
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ParacelsusA
Festus strange secrets are let out by deathH2
Who blabs so oft the follies of this worldE
And I am death's familiar as you knowA
I helped a man to die some few weeks sinceA
Warped even from his go cart to one endE
The living on princes' smiles reflected fromI2
A mighty herd of favourites No mean trickL
He left untried and truly well nigh wormedE
All traces of God's finger out of himR
Then died grown old And just an hour beforeJ2
Having lain long with blank and soulless eyesA
He sat up suddenly and with natural voiceA
Said that in spite of thick air and closed doorsA
God told him it was June and he knew wellK2
Without such telling harebells grew in JuneY
And all that kings could ever give or takeL
Would not be precious as those blooms to himR
Just so allowing I am passing sageL2
It seems to me much worthier argumentE
Why pansies eyes that laugh bear beauty's prizeA
From violets eyes that dream your Michal's choiceA
Than all fools find to wonder at in meO
Or in my fortunes And be very sureQ
I say this from no prurient restlessnessA
No self complacency itching to turnM2
Vary and view its pleasure from all pointsA
And in this instance willing other menN2
May be at pains demonstrate to itselfE2
The realness of the very joy it tastesA
What should delight me like the news of friendsA
Whose memories were a solace to me oftE
As mountain baths to wild fowls in their flightE
Ofter than you had wasted thought on meO
Had you been wise and rightly valued blissA
But there's no taming nor repressing heartsA
God knows I need such So you heard me speakL
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FestusA
Speak whenN2
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ParacelsusA
When but this morning at my classA
There was noise and crowd enough I saw you notE
Surely you know I am engaged to fillK
The chair here that't is part of my proud fateE
To lecture to as many thick skulled youthsA
As please each day to throng the theatreJ
To my great reputation and no smallT
Danger of Basil's benches long unusedE
To crack beneath such honourJ
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FestusA
I was thereJ
I mingled with the throng shall I avowS
Small care was mine to listen too intentE
On gathering from the murmurs of the crowdE
A full corroboration of my hopesA
What can I learn about your powers but theyF
Know care for nought beyond your actual stateE
Your actual value yet they worship youC
Those various natures whom you sway as oneD2
But ere I go be sure I shall attendE
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ParacelsusA
Stop o' God's name the thing's by no means yetE
Past remedy Shall I read this morning's labourJ
At least in substance Nought so worth the gainingL
As an apt scholar Thus then with all dueC
Precision and emphasis you beside are clearlyO
Guiltless of understanding more a whitE
The subject than your stool allowed to beO
A notable advantageO2
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FestusA
Surely AureoleC2
You laugh at meO
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ParacelsusA
I laugh Ha ha thank heavenD2
I charge you if't be so for I forgetE
Much and what laughter should be like No lessA
However I forego that luxuryO
Since it alarms the friend who brings it backL
True laughter like my own must echo strangelyO
To thinking men a smile were better farJ
So make me smile If the exulting lookL
You wore but now be smiling 't is so longL
Since I have smiled Alas such smiles are bornP2
Alone of hearts like yours or herdsmen's soulsA
Of ancient time whose eyes calm as their flocksA
Saw in the stars mere garnishry of heavenD2
And in the earth a stage for altars onlyO
Never change Festus I say never changeD
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FestusA
My God if he be wretched after allT
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ParacelsusA
When last we parted Festus you declaredE
Or Michal yes her soft lips whispered wordsA
I have preserved She told me she believedE
I should succeed meaning that in the searchQ2
I then engaged in I should meet successA
And yet be wretched now she augured falseA
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FestusA
Thank heaven but you spoke strangely could I ventureJ
To think bare apprehension lest your friendE
Dazzled by your resplendent course might findE
Henceforth less sweetness in his own could moveR2
Such earnest mood in you Fear not dear friendE
That I shall leave you inwardly repiningL
Your lot was not my ownH
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ParacelsusA
And this for everJ
For ever gull who may they will be gulledE
They will not look nor think 't is nothing newC
In them but surely he is not of themS2
My Festus do you know I reckoned youC
Though all beside were sand blind you my friendE
Would look at me once close with piercing eyeB2
Untroubled by the false glare that confoundsA
A weaker vision would remain sereneN
Though singular amid a gaping throngL
I feared you or I had come sure long ere thisA
To Einsiedeln Well error has no endE
And Rhasis is a sage and Basil boastsA
A tribe of wits and I am wise and blestE
Past all dispute 'T is vain to fret at itE
I have vowed long ago my worshippersA
Shall owe to their own deep sagacityE
All further information good or badE
Small risk indeed my reputation runsA
Unless perchance the glance now searching meO
Be fixed much longer for it seems to spellK2
Dimly the characters a simpler manT2
Might read distinct enough Old Eastern booksA
Say the fallen prince of morning some short spaceA
Remained unchanged in semblance nay his browS
Was hued with triumph every spirit thenN2
Praising his heart on flame the while a taleA2
Well Festus what discover you I prayF
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FestusA
Some foul deed sullies then a life which elseA
Were raised supremeU2
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ParacelsusA
Good I do well most wellK2
Why strive to make men hear feel fret themselvesA
With what is past their power to comprehendE
I should not strive now only having nursedE
The faint surmise that one yet walked the earthV2
One at least not the utter fool of showA
Not absolutely formed to be the dupeW2
Of shallow plausibilities aloneH
One who in youth found wise enough to chooseA
The happiness his riper years approveR2
Was yet so anxious for another's sakeL
That ere his friend could rush upon a madE
And ruinous course the converse of his ownH
His gentle spirit essayed prejudged for himR
The perilous path foresaw its destinyO
And warned the weak one in such tender wordsA
Such accents his whole heart in every toneH
That oft their memory comforted that friendE
When it by right should have increased despairJ
Having believed I say that this one manT2
Could never lose the light thus from the firstE
His portion how should I refuse to grieveX2
At even my gain if it disturb our oldE
Relation if it make me out more wiseA
Therefore once more reminding him how wellK2
He prophesied I note the single flawY2
That spoils his prophet's title In plain wordsA
You were deceived and thus were you deceivedE
I have not been successful and yet amZ2
Most miserable 't is said at last nor youC
Give credit lest you force me to concedeE
That common sense yet lives upon the worldE
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FestusA
You surely do not mean to banter meO
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ParacelsusA
You know or if you have been wise enoughA3
To cleanse your memory of such matters knewC
As far as words of mine could make it clearJ
That't was my purpose to find joy or griefB3
Solely in the fulfilment of my planT2
Or plot or whatsoe'er it was rejoicingL
Alone as it proceeded prosperouslyY2
Sorrowing then only when mischance retardedE
Its progress That was in those W rzburg daysA
Not to prolong a theme I thoroughly hateE
I have pursued this plan with all my strengthC3
And having failed therein most signallyY2
Cannot object to ruin utter and drearJ
As all excelling would have been the prizeA
Had fortune favoured me I scarce have rightE
To vex your frank good spirit late so gladE
In my supposed prosperity I knowA
And were I lucky in a glut of friendsA
Would well agree to let your error liveD3
Nay strengthen it with fables of successA
But mine is no condition to refuseA
The transient solace of so rare a godsendE
My solitary luxury my one friendE
Accordingly I venture to put offE3
The wearisome vest of falsehood galling meO
Secure when he is by I lay me bareJ
Prone at his mercy but he is my friendE
Not that he needs retain his aspect graveI
That answers not my purpose for't is likeL
Some sunny morning Basil being drainedE
Of its wise population every cornerJ
Of the amphitheatre crammed with learned clerksA
Here OEcolampadius looking worlds of witE
Here Castellanus as profound as heO
Munsterus here Frobenius there all squeezedE
And staring that the zany of the showA
Even Paracelsus shall put off before themS2
His trappings with a grace but seldom judgedE
Expedient in such cases the grim smileY2
That will go round Is it not therefore bestE
To venture a rehearsal like the presentE
In a small way Where are the signs I seekL
The first fruits and fair sample of the scornP2
Due to all quacks Why this will never doC
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FestusA
These are foul vapours Aureole nought besideE
The effect of watching study wearinessA
Were there a spark of truth in the confusionD2
Of these wild words you would not outrage thusA
Your youth's companion I shall ne'er regardE
These wanderings bred of faintness and much studyO
'T is not thus you would trust a trouble to meO
To Michal's friendE
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ParacelsusA
I have said it dearest FestusA
For the manner 't is ungracious probablyO
You may have it told in broken sobs one dayF
And scalding tears ere long but I thought bestE
To keep that off as long as possibleY2
Do you wonder stillY2
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FestusA
No it must oft fall outE
That one whose labour perfects any workL
Shall rise from it with eye so worn that heO
Of all men least can measure the extentE
Of what he has accomplished He aloneH
Who nothing tasked is nothing weary tooC
May clearly scan the little he effectsA
But we the bystanders untouched by toilY2
Estimate each arightC
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ParacelsusA
This worthy FestusA
Is one of them at last 'T is so with allY2
First they set down all progress as a dreamU2
And next when he whose quick discomfitureJ
Was counted on accomplishes some fewC
And doubtful steps in his career beholdC
They look for every inch of ground to vanishF3
Beneath his tread so sure they spy successA
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FestusA
Few doubtful steps when death retires beforeJ
Your presence when the noblest of mankindC
Broken in body or subdued in soulY2
May through your skill renew their vigour raiseA
The shattered frame to pristine statelinessA
When men in racking pain may purchase dreamsA
Of what delights them most swooning at onceA
Into a sea of bliss or rapt alongL
As in a flying sphere of turbulent lightC
When we may look to you as one ordainedC
To free the flesh from fell disease as freesA
Our Luther's burning tongue the fettered soulY2
WhenN2
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ParacelsusA
When and where the devil did you getC
This notable newsA
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FestusA
Even from the common voiceA
From those whose envy daring not disputeC
The wonders it decries attributes themS2
To magic and such follyO
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ParacelsusA
Folly Why notC
To magic pray You find a comfort doubtlessA
In holding God ne'er troubles him aboutC
Us or our doings once we were judged worthV2
The devil's tempting I offend forgive meO
And rest content Your prophecy on the wholeY2
Was fair enough as prophesyings goA
At fault a little in detail but quiteC
Precise enough in the main and hereuponN2
I pay due homage you guessed long agoA
The prophet I should fail and I have failedC
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FestusA
You mean to tell me then the hopes which fedC
Your youth have not been realized as yetC
Some obstacle has barred them hithertoC
Or that their innateC
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ParacelsusA
As I said but nowN2
You have a very decent prophet's fameG3
So you but shun details here Little matterJ
Whether those hopes were mad the aims they soughtC
Safe and secure from all ambitious foolsA
Or whether my weak wits are overcomeI2
By what a better spirit would scorn I failY2
And now methinks't were best to change a themeU2
I am a sad fool to have stumbled onN2
I say confusedly what comes uppermostC
But there are times when patience proves at faultC
As now this morning's strange encounter youC
Beside me once again you whom I guessedC
Alive since hitherto with Luther's leaveX2
No friend have I among the saints at peaceA
To judge by any good their prayers effectC
I knew you would have helped me why not heO
My strange competitor in enterpriseA
Bound for the same end by another pathH3
Arrived or ill or well before the timeI3
At our disastrous journey's doubtful closeA
How goes it with Aprile Ah they missA
Your lone sad sunny idleness of heavenN2
Our martyrs for the world's sake heaven shuts fastC
The poor mad poet is howling by this timeI3
Since you are my sole friend then here or thereJ
I could not quite repress the varied feelingsA
This meeting wakens they have had their ventC
And now forget them Do the rear mice stillY2
Hang like a fretwork on the gate or whatC
In my time was a gate fronting the roadC
From Einsiedeln to LachenN2
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FestusA
Trifle notC
Answer me for my sake alone You smiledC
Just now when I supposed some deed unworthyO
Yourself might blot the else so bright resultC
Yet if your motives have continued pureJ
Your will unfaltering and in spite of thisA
You have experienced a defeat why thenN2
I say not you would cheerfully withdrawJ
From contest mortal hearts are not so fashionedC
But surely you would ne'ertheless withdrawJ
You sought not fame nor gain nor even loveJ3
No end distinct from knowledge I repeatC
Your very words once satisfied that knowledgeK3
Is a mere dream you would announce as muchW
Yourself the first But how is the eventC
You are defeated and I find you hereJ
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ParacelsusA
As though here did not signify defeatC
I spoke not of my little labours hereJ
But of the break down of my general aimsA
For you aware of their extent and scopeP
To look on these sage lecturings approvedC
By beardless boys and bearded dotards worseA
As a fit consummation of such aimsA
Is worthy notice A professorshipL3
At Basil Since you see so much in itC
And think my life was reasonably drainedC
Of life's delights to render me a matchM3
For duties arduous as such post demandsA
Be it far from me to deny my powerJ
To fill the petty circle lotted outC
Of infinite space or justify the hostC
Of honours thence accruing So take noticeA
This jewel dangling from my neck preservesA
The features of a prince my skill restoredC
To plague his people some few years to comeI2
And all through a pure whim He had eased the earthV2
For me but that the droll despair which seizedC
The vermin of his household tickled meO
I came to see Here drivelled the physicianN2
Whose most infallible nostrum was at faultC
There quaked the astrologer whose horoscopeP
Had promised him interminable yearsA
Here a monk fumbled at the sick man's mouthN3
With some undoubted relic a sudaryJ
Of the Virgin while another piebald knaveI
Of the same brotherhood he loved them everJ
Was actively preparing 'neath his noseA
Such a suffumigation as once firedC
Had stunk the patient dead ere he could groanN2
I cursed the doctor and upset the brotherJ
Brushed past the conjurer vowed that the first gustC
Of stench from the ingredients just alightC
Would raise a cross grained devil in my swordC
Not easily laid and ere an hour the princeA
Slept as he never slept since prince he wasA
A day and I was posting for my lifeG2
Placarded through the town as one whose spiteC
Had near availed to stop the blessed effectsA
Of the doctor's nostrum which well secondedC
By the sudary and most by the costly smokeL
Not leaving out the strenuous prayers sent upO3
Hard by in the abbey raised the prince to lifeG2
To the great reputation of the seerJ
Who confident expected all alongL
The glad event the doctor's recompenseA
Much largess from his highness to the monksA
And the vast solace of his loving peopleY2
Whose general satisfaction to increaseA
The prince was pleased no longer to deferJ
The burning of some dozen hereticsA
Remanded till God's mercy should be shownN2
Touching his sickness last of all were joinedC
Ample directions to all loyal folkL
To swell the complement by seizing meO
Who doubtless some rank sorcerer endeavouredC
To thwart these pious offices obstructC
The prince's cure and frustrate heaven by helpP3
Of certain devils dwelling in his swordC
By luck the prince in his first fit of thanksA
Had forced this bauble on me as an earnestC
Of further favours This one case may serveQ3
To give sufficient taste of many suchW
So let them pass Those shelves support a pileY2
Of patents licences diplomas titlesA
From Germany France Spain and ItalyO
They authorize some honour ne'erthelessA
I set more store by this Erasmus sentC
He trusts me our Frobenius is his friendC
And him I raised nay read it from the deadC
I weary you I see I merely soughtC
To show there's no great wonder after allY2
That while I fill the class room and attractC
A crowd to Basil I get leave to stayC
And therefore need not scruple to acceptC
The utmost they can offer if I pleaseA
For't is but right the world should be preparedC
To treat with favour e'en fantastic wantsA
Of one like me used up in serving herJ
Just as the mortal whom the gods in partC
Devoured received in place of his lost limbR
Some virtue or other cured disease I thinkL
You mind the fables we have read togetherJ
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FestusA
You do not think I comprehend a wordC
The time was Aureole you were apt enoughA3
To clothe the airiest thoughts in specious breathH2
But surely you must feel how vague and strangeD
These speeches soundC
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ParacelsusA
Well then you know my hopesA
I am assured at length those hopes were vainN2
That truth is just as far from me as everJ
That I have thrown my life away that sorrowJ
On that account is idle and further effortC
To mend and patch what's marred beyond repairingL
As useless and all this was taught your friendC
By the convincing good old fashioned methodC
Of force by sheer compulsion Is that plainN2
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FestusA
Dear Aureole can it be my fears were justC
God wills notC
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ParacelsusA
Now 't is this I most admireJ
The constant talk men of your stamp keep upO3
Of God's will as they style it one would swearJ
Man had but merely to uplift his eyeB2
And see the will in question characteredC
On the heaven's vault 'T is hardly wise to mootC
Such topics doubts are many and faith is weakL
I know as much of any will of GodC
As knows some dumb and tortured brute what ManN2
His stern lord wills from the perplexing blowsA
That plague him every way but there of courseA
Where least he suffers longest he remainsA
My case and for such reasons I plod onN2
Subdued but not convinced I know as littleY2
Why I deserve to fail as why I hopedC
Better things in my youth I simply knowJ
I am no master here but trained and beatenN2
Into the path I tread and here I stayC
Until some further intimation reach meO
Like an obedient drudge Though I preferJ
To view the whole thing as a task imposedC
Which whether dull or pleasant must be doneN2
Yet I deny not there is made provisionN2
Of joys which tastes less jaded might affectC
Nay some which please me too for all my prideC
Pleasures that once were pains the iron ringL
Festering about a slave's neck grows at lengthC3
Into the flesh it eats I hate no longerJ
A host of petty vile delights undreamed ofJ3
Or spurned before such now supply the placeA
Of my dead aims as in the autumn woodsA
Where tall trees used to flourish from their rootsA
Springs up a fungous brood sickly and paleY2
Chill mushrooms coloured like a corpse's cheekL
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FestusA
If I interpret well your words I ownN2
It troubles me but little that your aimsA
Vast in their dawning and most likely grownN2
Extravagantly since have baffled youC
Perchance I am glad you merit greater praiseA
Because they are too glorious to be gainedC
You do not blindly cling to them and dieC
You fell but have not sullenly refusedC
To rise because an angel worsted youC
In wrestling though the world holds not your peerJ
And though too harsh and sudden is the changeD
To yield content as yet still you pursueC
The ungracious path as though't were rosv strewnN2
'T is well and your reward or soon or lateC
Will come from him whom no man serves in vainN2
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ParacelsusC
Ah very fine For my part I conceiveX2
The very pausing from all further toilY2
Which you find heinous would become a sealY2
To the sincerity of all my deedsC
To be consistent I should die at onceC
I calculated on no after lifeG2
Yet how crept in how fostered I know notC
Here am I with as passionate regretC
For youth and health and love so vainly lavishedC
As if their preservation had been firstC
And foremost in my thoughts and this strange factC
Humbled me wondrously and had due forceC
In rendering me the less averse to followJ
A certain counsel a mysterious warningL
You will not understand but't was a manN2
With aims not mine and yet pursued like mineN2
With the same fervour and no more successC
Perishing in my sight who summoned meO
As I would shun the ghastly fate I sawC
To serve my race at once to wait no longerJ
That God should interfere in my behalfR3
But to distrust myself put pride awayC
And give my gains imperfect as they wereJ
To men I have not leisure to explainN2
How since a singular series of eventsC
Has raised me to the station you beholdC
Wherein I seem to turn to most accountC
The mere wreck of the past perhaps receiveX2
Some feeble glimmering token that God viewsC
And may approve my penance therefore hereJ
You find me doing most good or least harmS3
And if folks wonder much and profit littleY2
'T is not my fault only I shall rejoiceC
When my part in the farce is shuffled throughC
And the curtain falls I must hold out till thenN2
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FestusC
Till when dear AureoleY2
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ParacelsusC
Till I'm fairly thrustC
From my proud eminence Fortune is fickleY2
And even professors fall should that arriveD3
I see no sin in ceding to my bentC
You little fancy what rude shocks apprise usC
We sin God's intimations rather failY2
In clearness than in energy 't were wellY2
Did they but indicate the course to takeL
Like that to be forsaken I would fainN2
Be spared a further sample Here I standC
And here I stay be sure till forced to flitC
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FestusC
Be you but firm on that head long ere thenN2
All I expect will come to pass I trustC
The cloud that wraps you will have disappearedC
Meantime I see small chance of such eventC
They praise you here as one whose lore alreadyO
Divulged eclipses all the past can showJ
But whose achievements marvellous as they beO
Are faint anticipations of a gloryO
About to be revealed When Basil's crowdsC
Dismiss their teacher I shall be contentC
That he departC
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ParacelsusC
This favour at their handsC
I look for earlier than your view of thingsC
Would warrant Of the crowd you saw to dayC
Remove the full half sheer amazement drawsC
Mere novelty nought else and next the tribeT3
Whose innate blockish dulness just perceivesC
That unless miracles as seem my worksC
Be wrought in their behalf their chance is slightC
To puzzle the devil next the numerous setC
Who bitterly hate established schools and helpP3
The teacher that oppugns them till he onceC
Have planted his own doctrine when the teacherJ
May reckon on their rancour in his turnN2
Take too the sprinkling of sagacious knavesC
Whose cunning runs not counter to the vogueL
But seeks by flattery and crafty nursingL
To force my system to a prematureJ
Short lived development Why swell the listC
Each has his end to serve and his best wayC
Of serving it remove all these remainsC
A scantling a poor dozen at the bestC
Worthy to look for sympathy and serviceC
And likely to draw profit from my painsC
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FestusC
'T is no encouraging picture still these fewC
Redeem their fellows Once the germ implantedC
Its growth if slow is sureJ
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ParacelsusC
God grant it soC
I would make some amends but if I failY2
The luckless rogues have this excuse to urgeU3
That much is in my method and my mannerJ
My uncouth habits my impatient spiritC
Which hinders of reception and resultC
My doctrine much to say small skill to speakL
These old aims suffered not a looking offE3
Though for an instant therefore only whenN2
I thus renounced them and resolved to reapV3
Some present fruit to teach mankind some truthW3
So dearly purchased only then I foundC
Such teaching was an art requiring caresC
And qualities peculiar to itselfE2
That to possess was one thing to displayC
Another With renown first in my thoughtsC
Or popular praise I had soon discovered itC
One grows but little apt to learn these thingsC
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FestusC
If it be so which nowise I believeX2
There needs no waiting fuller dispensationN2
To leave a labour of so little useC
Why not throw up the irksome charge at onceC
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ParacelsusC
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A task a taskL
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But wherefore hide the wholeY2
Extent of degradation once engagedC
In the confessing vein Despite of allY2
My fine talk of obedience and repugnanceC
Docility and what not 't is yet to learnN2
If when the task shall really be performedC
My inclination free to choose once moreJ
I shall do aught but slightly modifyC
The nature of the hated task I quitC
In plain words I am spoiled my life still tendsC
As first it tended I am broken and trainedC
To my old habits they are part of meO
I know and none so well my darling endsC
Are proved impossible no less no lessC
Even now what humours me fond fool as whenN2
Their faint ghosts sit with me and flatter meO
And send me back content to my dull roundC
How can I change this soul this apparatusC
Constructed solely for their purposesC
So well adapted to their every wantC
To search out and discover prove and perfectC
This intricate machine whose most minuteC
And meanest motions have their charm to meO
Though to none else an aptitude I seizeC
An object I perceive a use a meaningL
A property a fitness I explainN2
And I alone how can I change my soulY2
And this wronged body worthless save when taskedC
Under that soul's dominion used to careJ
For its bright master's cares and quite subdueC
Its proper cravings not to ail nor pineN2
So he but prosper whither drag this poorJ
Tried patient body God how I essayedC
To live like that mad poet for a whileY2
To love alone and how I felt too warpedC
And twisted and deformed What should I doC
Even tho'released from drudgery but returnN2
Faint as you see and halting blind and soreJ
To my old life and die as I beganN2
I cannot feed on beauty for the sakeL
Of beauty only nor can drink in balmX3
From lovely objects for their lovelinessC
My nature cannot lose her first imprintC
I still must hoard and heap and class all truthsC
With one ulterior purpose I must knowC
Would God translate me to his throne believeX2
That I should only listen to his wordC
To further my own aim For other menN2
Beauty is prodigally strewn aroundC
And I were happy could I quench as theyC
This mad and thriveless longing and content meO
With beauty for itself alone alasC
I have addressed a frock of heavy mailY2
Yet may not join the troop of sacred knightsC
And now the forest creatures fly from meO
The grass banks cool the sunbeams warm no moreJ
Best follow dreaming that ere night arriveD3
I shall o'ertake the company and rideC
Glittering as theyC
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FestusC
I think I apprehendC
What you would say if you in truth designN2
To enter once more on the life thus leftC
Seek not to hide that all this consciousnessC
Of failure is assumedC
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ParacelsusC
My friend my friendC
I toil you listen I explain perhapsC
You understand there our communion endsC
Have you learnt nothing from to day's discourseC
When we would thoroughly know the sick man's stateC
We feel awhile the fluttering pulse press softC
The hot brow look upon the languid eyeC
And thence divine the rest Must I lay bareJ
My heart hideous and beating or tear upO3
My vitals for your gaze ere you will deemU2
Enough made known You who are you forsoothC
That is the crowning operation claimedC
By the arch demonstrator heaven the hallY2
And earth the audience Let Aprile and youC
Secure good places 't will be worth the whileY2
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FestusC
Are you mad Aureole What can I have saidC
To call for this I judged from your own wordsC
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ParacelsusC
Oh doubtless A sick wretch describes the apeY3
That mocks him from the bed foot and all gravelyO
You thither turn at once or he recountsC
The perilous journey he has late performedC
And you are puzzled much how that could beO
You find me here half stupid and half madC
It makes no part of my delight to searchQ2
Into these matters much less undergoC
Another's scrutiny but so it chancesC
That I am led to trust my state to youC
And the event is you combine contrastC
And ponder on my foolish words as thoughC
They thoroughly conveyed all hidden hereJ
Here loathsome with despair and hate and rageL2
Is there no fear no shrinking and no shameG3
Will you guess nothing will you spare me nothingL
Must I go deeper Ay or noC
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FestusC
Dear friendC
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ParacelsusC
True I am brutal 't is a part of itC
The plague's sign you are not a lazar haunterJ
How should you know Well then you think it strangeD
I should profess to have failed utterlyO
And yet propose an ultimate returnN2
To courses void of hope and this becauseC
You know not what temptation is nor howN2
'T is like to ply men in the sickliest partC
You are to understand that we who makeL
Sport for the gods are hunted to the endC
There is not one sharp volley shot at usC
Which 'scaped with life though hurt we slacken paceC
And gather by the wayside herbs and rootsC
To staunch our wounds secure from further harmS3
We are assailed to life's extremest vergeU3
It will be well indeed if I returnN2
A harmless busy fool to my old waysC
I would forget hints of another fateC
Significant enough which silent hoursC
Have lately scared me withC
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FestusC
Another and whatC
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ParacelsusC
After all Festus you say well I amZ2
A man yet I need never humble meO
I would have been something I know not whatC
But though I cannot soar I do not crawlY2
There are worse portions than this one of mineN2
You say wellY2
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FestusC
AhZ3
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ParacelsusC
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And deeper degradationN2
If the mean stimulants of vulgar praiseC
If vanity should become the chosen foodC
Of a sunk mind should stifle even the wishF3
To find its early aspirations trueJ
Should teach it to breathe falsehood like life breathC
An atmosphere of craft and trick and liesC
Should make it proud to emulate surpassC
Base natures in the practices which wokeL
Its most indignant loathing once No noC
Utter damnation is reserved for hellY2
I had immortal feelings such shall neverJ
Be wholly quenched no noC
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My friend you wearJ
A melancholy face and certain't isC
There's little cheer in all this dismal workL
But was it my desire to set abroachF3
Such memories and forebodings I foresawC
Where they would drive 'T were better we discussC
News from Lucerne or Zurich ask and tellY2
Of Egypt's flaring sky or Spain's cork grovesC
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FestusC
I have thought trust me this mood will pass awayC
I know you and the lofty spirit you bearJ
And easily ravel out a clue to allY2
These are the trials meet for such as youJ
Nor must you hope exemption to be mortalY2
Is to be plied with trials manifoldC
Look round The obstacles which kept the restC
From your ambition have been spurned by youJ
Their fears their doubts the chains that bind themallY2
Were flax before your resolute soul which noughtC
Avails to awe save these delusions bredC
From its own strength its selfsame strength disguisedC
Mocking itself Be brave dear Aureole SinceC
The rabbit has his shade to frighten himR
The fawn a rustling bough mortals their caresC
And higher natures yet would slight and laughR3
At these entangling fantasies as youJ
At trammels of a weaker intellectC
Measure your mind's height by the shade it castsC
I know youJ
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ParacelsusC
And I know you dearest FestusC
And how you love unworthily and howN2
All admiration renders blindC
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FestusC
You holdC
That admiration blindsC
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ParacelsusC
Ay and alasC
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FestusC
Nought blinds you less than admiration friendC
Whether it be that all love renders wiseC
In its degree from love which blends with loveJ3
Heart answering heart to love which spends itselfE2
In silent mad idolatry of someI2
Pre eminent mortal some great soul of soulsC
Which ne'er will know how well it is adoredC
I say such love is never blind but ratherJ
Alive to every the minutest spotC
Which mars its object and which hate supposedC
So vigilant and searching dreams not ofJ3
Love broods on such what then When first perceivedC
Is there no sweet strife to forget to changeD
To overflush those blemishes with allY2
The glow of general goodness they disturbA4
To make those very defects an endless sourceC
Of new affection grown from hopes and fearsC
And when all fails is there no gallant standC
Made even for much proved weak no shrinking backL
Lest since all love assimilates the soulY2
To what it loves it should at length becomeI2
Almost a rival of its idol Trust meO
If there be fiends who seek to work our hurtC
To ruin and drag down earth's mightiest spiritsC
Even at God's foot 't will be from such as loveJ3
Their zeal will gather most to serve their causeC
And least from those who hate who most essayC
By contumely and scorn to blot the lightC
Which forces entrance even to their heartsC
For thence will our defender tear the veilY2
And show within each heart as in a shrineN2
The giant image of perfection grownN2
In hate's despite whose calumnies were spawnedC
In the untroubled presence of its eyesC
True admiration blinds not nor am IC
So blind I call your sin exceptionalY2
It springs from one whose life has passed the boundsC
Prescribed to life Compound that fault with GodC
I speak of men to common men like meO
The weakness you reveal endears you moreJ
Like the far traces of decay in sunsC
I bid you have good cheerJ
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ParacelsusC
Proeclare OptimeO
Think of a quiet mountain cloistered priestC
Instructing Paracelsus yet't is soC
Come I will show you where my merit liesC
'T is in the advance of individual mindsC
That the slow crowd should ground their expectationN2
Eventually to follow as the seaC
Waits ages in its bed till some one waveI
Out of the multitudinous mass extendsC
The empire of the whole some feet perhapsC
Over the strip of sand which could confineN2
Its fellows so long time thenceforth the restC
Even to the meanest hurry in at onceC
And so much is clear gained I shall be gladC
If all my labours failing of aught elseC
Suffice to make such inroad and procureJ
A wider range for thought nay they do thisC
For whatsoe'er my notions of true knowledgeK3
And a legitimate success may beC
I am not blind to my undoubted rankL
When classed with others I precede my ageL2
And whoso wills is very free to mountC
These labours as a platform whence his ownN2
May have a prosperous outset But alasC
My followers they are noisy as you heardC
But for intelligence the best of themO
So clumsily wield the weapons I supplyC
And they extol that I begin to doubtC
Whether their own rude clubs and pebble stonesC
Would not do better service than my armsC
Thus vilely swayed if error will not fallY2
Sooner before the old awkward batteringsC
Than my more subtle warfare not half learnedC
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FestusC
I would supply that art then or withholdC
New arms until you teach their mysteryC
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ParacelsusC
Content you 't is my wish I have recourseC
To the simplest training Day by day I seekL
To wake the mood the spirit which aloneN2
Can make those arms of any use to menN2
Of course they are for swaggering forth at onceC
Graced with Ulysses' bow Achilles' shieldC
Flash on us all in armour thou AchillesC
Make our hearts dance to thy resounding stepB4
A proper sight to scare the crows awayC
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FestusC
Pity you choose not then some other methodC
Of coming at your point The marvellous artC
At length established in the world bids fairJ
To remedy all hindrances like theseC
Trust to Frobenius' press the precious loreJ
Obscured by uncouth manner or unfitC
For raw beginners let his types secureJ
A deathless monument to after timeO
Meanwhile wait confidently and enjoyX
The ultimate effect sooner or laterJ
You shall be all revealedC
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ParacelsusC
The old dull questionN2
In a new form no more Thus I possessC
Two sorts of knowledge one vast shadowyC
Hints of the unbounded aim I once pursuedC
The other consists of many secrets caughtC
While bent on nobler prize perhaps a fewJ
Prime principles which may conduct to muchF3
These last I offer to my followers hereJ
Now bid me chronicle the first of theseC
My ancient study and in effect you bidC
Revert to the wild courses just abjuredC
I must go find them scattered through the worldC
Then for the principles they are so simpleY2
Being chiefly of the overturning sortC
That one time is as proper to propound themO
As any other to morrow at my classC
Or half a century hence embalmed in printC
For if mankind intend to learn at allY2
They must begin by giving faith to themO
And acting on them and I do not seeC
But that my lectures serve indifferent wellY2
No doubt these dogmas fall not to the earthC
For all their novelty and rugged settingL
I think my class will not forget the dayC
I let them know the gods of IsraelY2
A tius Oribasius Galen RhasisC
Serapion Avicenna Averr esC
Were blocksC
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FestusC
And that reminds me I heard somethingL
About your waywardness you burned their booksC
It seems instead of answering those sagesC
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ParacelsusC
And who said thatC
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FestusC
Some I met yesternightC
With OEcolampadius As you know the purposeC
Of this short stay at Basil was to learnN2
His pleasure touching certain missives sentC
For our Zuinglius and himself 'T was heC
Apprised me that the famous teacher hereJ
Was my old friendC
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ParacelsusC
Ah I forgot you wentC
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FestusC
From Zurich with advices for the earJ
Of Luther now at Wittenberg you knowC
I make no doubt the differences of lateC
With Carolostadius and returning soughtC
Basil andC
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ParacelsusC
I remember Here's a case nowN2
Will teach you why I answer not but burnN2
The books you mention Pray does Luther dreamO
His arguments convince by their own forceC
The crowds that own his doctrine No indeedC
His plain denial of established pointsC
Ages had sanctified and men supposedC
Could never be oppugned while earth was underJ
And heaven above them points which chance or timeO
Affected not did more than the arrayC
Of argument which followed Boldly denyC
There is much breath stopping hair stiffeningL
Awhile then amazed glances mute awaitingL
The thunderbolt which does not come and nextC
Reproachful wonder and inquiry thoseC
Who else had never stirred are able nowN2
To find the rest out for themselves perhapsC
To outstrip him who set the whole at workL
As never will my wise class its instructorJ
And you saw LutherJ
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FestusC
'T is a wondrous soulY2
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ParacelsusC
True the so heavy chain which galled mankindC
Is shattered and the noblest of us allY2
Must bow to the deliverer nay the workerJ
Of our own project we who long beforeJ
Had burst our trammels but forgot the crowdC
We should have taught still groaned beneath the loadC
This he has done and nobly Speed that mayC
Whatever be my chance or my mischanceC
What benefits mankind must glad me tooC
And men seem made though not as I believedC
For something better than the times produceC
Witness these gangs of peasants your new lightsC
From Suabia have possessed whom M nzer leadsC
And whom the duke the landgrave and the electorJ
Will calm in blood Well well 't is not my worldC
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FestusC
HarkL
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ParacelsusC
'T is the melancholy wind astirJ
Within the trees the embers too are greyJ
Morn must be nearJ
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FestusC
Best ope the casement seeC
The night late strewn with clouds and flying starsC
Is blank and motionless how peaceful sleepV3
The tree tops altogether Like an aspC4
The wind slips whispering from bough to boughN2
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ParacelsusC
Ay you would gaze on a wind shaken treeC
By the hour nor count time lostC
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FestusC
So you shall gazeC
Those happy times will come againN2
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ParacelsusC
Gone goneN2
Those pleasant times Does not the moaning windC
Seem to bewail that we have gained such gainsC
And bartered sleep for themO
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FestusC
It is our trustC
That there is yet another world to mendC
All error and mischanceC
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ParacelsusC
Another worldC
And why this world this common world to beC
A make shift a mere foil how fair soeverC
To some fine life to come Man must be fedC
With angels' food forsooth and some few tracesC
Of a diviner nature which look outC
Through his corporeal baseness warrant himO
In a supreme contempt of all provisionN2
For his inferior tastes some straggling marksC
Which constitute his essence just as trulyC
As here and there a gem would constituteC
The rock their barren bed one diamondC
But were it so were man all mind he gainsC
A station little enviable From GodC
Down to the lowest spirit ministrantC
Intelligence exists which casts our mindC
Into immeasurable shade No noC
Love hope fear faith these make humanityC
These are its sign and note and characterC
And these I have lost gone shut from me for everC
Like a dead friend safe from unkindness moreC
See morn at length The heavy darkness seemsC
Diluted grey and clear without the starsC
The shrubs bestir and rouse themselves as ifD4
Some snake that weighed them down all night let goC
His hold and from the East fuller and fullerC
Day like a mighty river flowing inN2
But clouded wintry desolate and coldC
Yet see how that broad prickly star shaped plantC
Half down in the crevice spreads its woolly leavesC
All thick and glistering with diamond dewC
And you depart for Einsiedeln this dayC
And we have spent all night in talk like thisC
If you would have me better for your loveJ3
Revert no more to these sad themesC
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FestusC
One favourC
And I have done I leave you deeply movedC
Unwilling to have fared so well the whileY2
My friend has changed so sorely If this moodC
Shall pass away if light once more ariseC
Where all is darkness now if you see fitC
To hope and trust again and strive againN2
You will remember not our love aloneN2
But that my faith in God's desire that manN2
Should trust on his support as I must thinkL
You trusted is obscured and dim through youC
For you are thus and this is no rewardC
Will you not call me to your side dear AureoleY2

Robert Browning



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