Paracelsus: Part Iv: Paracelsus Aspires Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Scene Colmar in Alsatia an InnA
Paracelsus FestusB
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ParacelsusB
to Johannes Oporinus his SecretaryC
Sic itur ad astra Dear Von VisenburgD
Is scandalized and poor Torinus paralysedE
And every honest soul that Basil holdsB
Aghast and yet we live as one may sayB
Just as though Liechtenfels had never setE
So true a value on his sorry carcassB
And learned P tter had not frowned us dumbF
We live and shall as surely start to morrowG
For Nuremberg as we drink speedy scatheH
To Basil in this mantling wine suffusedE
A delicate blush no fainter tinge is bornI
I' the shut heart of a bud Pledge me good JohnJ
Basil a hot plague ravage it and P tterG
Oppose the plague Even so Do you too shareG
Their panic the reptiles Ha ha faint through theseB
Desist for these They manage matters soG
At Basil 't is like but others may find meansB
To bring the stoutest braggart of the tribeK
Once more to crouch in silence means to breedE
A stupid wonder in each fool againL
Now big with admiration at the skillM
Which stript a vain pretender of his plumesB
And that done means to brand each slavish browG
So deeply surely ineffaceablyM
That henceforth flattery shall not pucker itE
Out of the furrow there that stamp shall stayB
To show the next they fawn on what they areG
This Basil with its magnates fill my cupN
Whom I curse soul and limb And now despatchO
Despatch my trusty John and what remainsB
To do whate'er arrangements for our tripP
Are yet to be completed see you hastenQ
This night we'll weather the storm at least to morrowG
For Nuremberg Now leave us this grave clerkD
Has divers weighty matters for my earG
Oporinus goes outE
And spare my lungs At last my gallant FestusB
I am rid of this arch knave that dogs my heelsB
As a gaunt crow a gasping sheep at lastE
May give a loose to my delight How kindE
How very kind my first best only friendE
Why this looks like fidelity Embrace meC
Not a hair silvered yet Right you shall liveR
Till I am worth your love you shall be proundE
And I but let time show Did you not wonderG
I sent to you because our compact weighedE
Upon my conscience you recall the nightE
At Basil which the gods confound becauseB
Once more I aspire I call you to my sideE
You come You thought my message strangeS
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FestusB
So strangeS
That I must hope indeed your messengerG
Has mingled his own fancies with the wordsB
Purporting to be yoursB
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ParacelsusB
He said no moreG
'T is probable than the precious folk I leaveT
Said fiftyfold more roughly Well a dayE
'T is true poor Paracelsus is exposedE
At last a most egregious quack he provesB
And those he overreached must spit their hateE
On one who utterly beneath contemptE
Could yet deceive their topping wits You heardE
Bare truth and at my bidding you come hereG
To speed me on my enterprise as onceB
Your lavish wishes sped me my own friendE
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FestusB
What is your purpose AureoleM
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ParacelsusB
Oh for purposeB
There is no lack of precedents in a caseB
Like mine at least if not precisely mineU
The case of men cast off by those they soughtE
To benefitE
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FestusB
They really cast you offV
I only heard a vague tale of some priestE
Cured by your skill who wrangled at your claimW
Knowing his life's worth best and how the judgeX
The matter was referred to saw no causeB
To interfere nor you to hide your fullM
Contempt of him nor he again to smotherG
His wrath thereat which raised so fierce a flameW
That Basil soon was made no place for youY
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ParacelsusB
The affair of Liechtenfels the shallowest fableM
The last and silliest outrage mere pretenceB
I knew it I foretold it from the firstE
How soon the stupid wonder you mistookD
For genuine loyalty a cheering promiseB
Of better things to come would pall and passB
And every word comes true Saul is amongD
The prophets Just so long as I was pleasedE
To play off the mere antics of my artE
Fantastic gambols leading to no endE
I got huge praise but one can ne'er keep downZ
Our foolish nature's weakness There they flockedE
Poor devils jostling swearing and perspiringD
Till the walls rang again and all for meC
I had a kindness for them which was rightE
But then I stopped not till I tacked to thatE
A trust in them and a respect a sortE
Of sympathy for them I must needs beginA
To teach them not amaze them to impartE
The spirit which should instigate the searchO
Of truth just what you bade me I spoke outE
Forthwith a mighty squadron in disgustE
Filed off the sifted chaff of the sack I saidE
Redoubling my endeavours to secureG
The rest When lo one man had tarried so longD
Only to ascertain if I supportedE
This tenet of his or that another lovedE
To hear impartially before he judgedE
And having heard now judged this bland discipleM
Passed for my dupe but all along it seemsB
Spied error where his neighbours marvelled mostE
That fiery doctor who had hailed me friendE
Did it because my by paths once proved wrongD
And beaconed properly would commend againL
The good old ways our sires jogged safely o'erG
Though not their squeamish sons the other worthyC
Discovered divers verses of St JohnJ
Which read successively refreshed the soulM
But muttered backwards cured the gout the stoneA2
The colic and what not Quid multa The endE
Was a clear class room and a quiet leerG
From grave folk and a sour reproachful glanceB
From those in chief who cap in hand installedE
The new professor scarce a year beforeG
And a vast flourish about patient meritE
Obscured awhile by flashy tricks but sureG
Sooner or later to emerge in splendourG
Of which the example was some luckless wightE
Whom my arrival had discomfitedE
But now it seems the general voice recalledE
To fill my chair and so efface the stainB2
Basil had long incurred I sought no betterG
Only a quiet dismissal from my postE
And from my heart I wished them better suitedE
And better served Good night to Basil thenL
But fast as I proposed to rid the tribeK
Of my obnoxious back I could not spare themC2
The pleasure of a parting kickD
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FestusB
You smileM
Despise them as they meritE
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ParacelsusB
If I smileM
'T is with as very contempt as ever turnedE
Flesh into stone This courteous recompenseB
This grateful Festus were your nature fitE
To be defiled your eyes the eyes to acheO
At gangrene blotches eating poison blainsB
The ulcerous barky scurf of leprosyB
Which finds a man and leaves a hideous thingD
That cannot but be mended by hell fireG
I would lay bare to you the human heartE
Which God cursed long ago and devils make sinceB
Their pet nest and their never tiring homeD2
Oh sages have discovered we are bornI
For various ends to love to know has everG
One stumbled in his search on any signsB
Of a nature in us formed to hate To hateE
If that be our true object which evokesB
Our powers in fullest strength be sure 't is hateE
Yet men have doubted if the best and bravestE
Of spirits can nourish him with hate aloneA2
I had not the monopoly of foolsB
It seems at BasilM
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FestusB
But your plans your plansB
I have yet to learn your purpose AureoleM
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ParacelsusB
Whether to sink beneath such ponderous shameW
To shrink up like a crushed snail undergoG
In silence and desist from further toilM
and so subside into a monumentE
Of one their censure blasted or to bowG
Cheerfully as submissively to lowerG
My old pretensions even as Basil dictatesB
To drop into the rank her wits assign meB
And live as they prescribe and make that useB
Of my poor knowledge which their rules allowG
Proud to be patted now and then and carefulM
To practise the true posture for receivingD
The amplest benefit from their hoofs' applianceB
When they shall condescend to tutor meB
Then one may feel resentment like a flameW
Within and deck false systems in truth's garbE2
And tangle and entwine mankind with errorG
And give them darkness for a dower and falsehoodE
For a possession ages or one may mopeF2
Into a shade through thinking or else drowseB
Into a dreamless sleep and so die offV
But I now Festus shall divine but IG2
Am merely setting out once more embracingD
My earliest aims again What thinks he nowG
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FestusB
Your aims the aims to Know and where is foundE
The early trustE
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ParacelsusB
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Nay not so fast I sayB
The aims not the old means You know they made meB
A laughing stock I was a fool you knowG
The when and the how hardly those means againL
Not but they had their beauty who should knowG
Their passing beauty if not I Still dreamsB
They were so let them vanish yet in beautyB
If that may be Stay thus they pass in songD
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He singsB
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Heap cassia sandal buds and stripesB
Of labdanum and aloe ballsB
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesB
From out her hair such balsam fallsB
Down sea side mountain pedestalsB
From tree tops where tired winds are fainB2
Spent with the vast and howling mainB2
To treasure half their island gainB2
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And strew faint sweetness from some oldE
Egyptian's fine worm eaten shroudE
Which breaks to dust when once unrolledE
Or shredded perfume like a cloudE
From closet long to quiet vowedE
With mothed and dropping arras hungD
Mouldering her lute and books amongD
As when a queen long dead was youngD
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Mine every word And on such pile shall dieE
My lovely fancies with fair perished thingsB
Themselves fair and forgotten yes forgottenQ
Or why abjure them So I made this rhymeH2
That fitting dignity might be preservedE
No little proud was I though the list of drugsB
Smacks of my old vocation and the verseB
Halts like the best of Luther's psalmsB
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FestusB
But AureoleM
Talk not thus wildly and madly I am hereG
Did you know all I have travelled far indeedE
To learn your wishes Be yourself againL
For in this mood I recognize you lessB
Than in the horrible despondencyB
I witnessed last You may account this joyI2
But rather let me gaze on that despairG
Than hear these incoherent words and seeB
This flushed cheek and intensely sparkling eyeE
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ParacelsusB
Why man I was light hearted in my primeH2
I am light hearted now what would you haveJ2
Aprile was a poet I make songsB
'T is the very augury of success I wantE
Why should I not be joyous now as thenL
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FestusB
Joyous and how and what remains for joyI2
You have declared the ends which I am sickD
Of naming are impracticableM
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ParacelsusB
AyB
Pursued as I pursued them the arch foolM
Listen my plan will please you not 't is likeD
But you are little versed in the world's waysB
This is my plan first drinking its good luckD
I will accept all helps all I despisedE
So rashly at the outset equallyB
With early impulses late years have quenchedE
I have tried each way singly now for bothH
All helps no one sort shall exclude the restE
I seek to know and to enjoy at onceB
Not one without the other as beforeG
Suppose my labour should seem God's own causeB
Once more as first I dreamed it shall not baulk meB
Of the meanest earthliest sensualest delightE
That may be snatched for every joy is gainB2
And gain is gain however small My soulM
Can die then nor be taunted what was gainedE
Nor on the other hand should pleasure followG
As though I had not spurned her hithertoE
Shall she o'ercloud my spirit's rapt communionQ
With the tumultuous past the teeming futureG
Glorious with visions of a full successB
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FestusB
SuccessB
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ParacelsusB
And wherefore not Why not preferG
Results obtained in my best state of beingD
To those derived alone from seasons darkD
As the thoughts they bred When I was best my youthH
Unwasted seemed success not surest tooE
It is the nature of darkness to obscureG
I am a wanderer I remember wellM
One journey how I feared the track was missedE
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So long the city I desired to reachO
Lay hid when suddenly its spires afarG
Flashed through the circling clouds you may conceiveT
My transport Soon the vapours closed againL
But I had seen the city and one such glanceB
No darkness could obscure nor shall the presentE
A few dull hours a passing shame or twoE
Destroy the vivid memories of the pastE
I will fight the battle out a little spentE
Perhaps but still an able combatantE
You look at my grey hair and furrowed browG
But I can turn even weakness to accountE
Of many tricks I know 't is not the leastE
To push the ruins of my frame whereonL
The fire of vigour trembles scarce aliveR
Into a heap and send the flame aloftE
What should I do with age So sickness lendsB
An aid it being I fear the source of allM
We boast of mind is nothing but diseaseB
And natural health is ignoranceB
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FestusB
I seeB
But one good symptom in this notable schemeK2
I feared your sudden journey had in viewE
To wreak immediate vengeance on your foesB
'T is not so I am gladE
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ParacelsusB
And if I pleaseB
To spit on them to trample them what thenL
'T is sorry warfare truly but the foolsB
Provoke it I would spare their self conceitE
But if they must provoke me cannot sufferG
Forbearance on my part if I may keepL2
No quality in the shade must needs put forthH
Power to match power my strength against their strengthH
And teach them their own game with their own armsB
Why be it so and let them take their chanceB
I am above them like a god there's noL
Hiding the fact what idle scruples thenL
Were those that ever bade me soften itE
Communicate it gently to the worldE
Instead of proving my supremacyB
Taking my natural station o'er their headE
Then owning all the glory was a man'sB
And in my elevation man's would beB
But live and learn though life's short learning hardE
And therefore though the wreck of my past selfM2
I fear dear P tter that your lecture roomN2
Must wait awhile for its best ornamentE
The penitent empiric who set upN
For somebody but soon was taught his placeB
Now but too happy to be let confessB
His error snuff the candles and illustrateE
Fiat experientia corpore viliM
Your medicine's soundness in his person WaitE
Good P tterG
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FestusB
He who sneers thus is a godE
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ParacelsusB
Ay ay laugh at me I am very gladE
You are not gulled by all this swaggering youE
Can see the root of the matter how I striveR
To put a good face on the overthrowG
I have experienced and to bury and hideE
My degradation in its length and breadthH
How the mean motives I would make you thinkD
Just mingle as is due with nobler aimsB
The appetites I modestly allowM
May influence me as being mortal stillM
Do goad me drive me on and fast supplantE
My youth's desires You are no stupid dupeO2
You find me out Yes I had sent for youE
To palm these childish lies upon you FestusB
Laugh you shall laugh at meB
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FestusB
The past then AureoleM
Proves nothing Is our interchange of loveP2
Yet to begin Have I to swear I meanL
No flattery in this speech or that For youE
Whate'er you say there is no degradationL
These low thoughts are no inmates of your mindE
Or wherefore this disorder You are vexedE
As much by the intrusion of base viewsB
Familiar to your adversaries as theyB
Were troubled should your qualities alightE
Amid their murky souls not otherwiseB
A stray wolf which the winter forces downL
From our bleak hills suffices to affrightE
A village in the vales while forestersB
Sleep calm though all night long the famished troopO2
Snuff round and scratch against their crazy hutsB
These evil thoughts are monsters and will fleeB
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ParacelsusB
May you be happy Festus my own friendE
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FestusB
Nay further the delights you fain would thinkD
The superseders of your nobler aimsB
Though ordinary and harmless stimulantsB
Will ne'er content youE
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ParacelsusB
Hush I once despised themC2
But that soon passes We are high at firstE
In our demand nor will abate a jotE
Of toil's strict value but time passes o'erG
And humbler spirits accept what we refuseB
In short when some such comfort is doled outE
As these delights we cannot long retainL
Bitter contempt which urges us at firstE
To hurl it back but hug it to our breastE
And thankfully retire This life of mineL
Must be lived out and a grave thoroughly earnedE
I am just fit for that and nought besideE
I told you once I cannot now enjoyI2
Unless I deem my knowledge gains through joyI2
Nor can I know but straight warm tears revealM
My need of linking also joy to knowledgeX
So on I drive enjoying all I canL
And knowing all I can I speak of courseB
Confusedly this will better explain feel hereG
Quick beating is it not a fire of the heartE
To work off some way this as well as anyB
So Festus sees me fairly launched his calmQ2
Compassionate look might have disturbed me onceB
But now far from rejecting I inviteE
What bids me press the closer lay myselfM2
Open before him and be soothed with pityB
I hope if he command hope and believeT
As he directs me satiating myselfM2
With his enduring love And Festus quits meB
To give place to some credulous discipleM
Who holds that God is wise but ParacelsusB
Has his peculiar merits I suck inL
That homage chuckle o'er that admirationL
And then dismiss the fool for night is comeF
And I betake myself to study againL
Till patient searchings after hidden loreG
Half wring some bright truth from its prison my frameW
Trembles my forehead's veins swell out my hairG
Tingles for triumph Slow and sure the mornL
Shall break on my pent room and dwindling lampR2
And furnace dead and scattered earths and oresB
When with a failing heart and throbbing browM
I must review my captured truth sum upN
Its value trace what ends to what beginsB
Its present power with its eventual bearingsB
Latent affinities the views it opensB
And its full length in perfecting my schemeK2
I view it sternly circumscribed cast downL
From the high place my fond hopes yielded itE
Proved worthless which in getting yet had costE
Another wrench to this fast falling frameW
Then quick the cup to quaff that chases sorrowG
I lapse back into youth and take againL
My fluttering pulse for evidence that GodE
Means good to me will make my cause his ownL
See I have cast off this remorseless careG
Which clogged a spirit born to soar so freeB
And my dim chamber has become a tentE
Festus is sitting by me and his MichalM
Why do you start I say she listening hereG
For yonder W rzburg through the orchard boughM
Motions as though such ardent words should findE
No echo in a maiden's quiet soulM
But her pure bosom heaves her eyes fill fastE
With tears her sweet lips tremble all the whileM
Ha haS2
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FestusB
It seems then you expect to reapL2
No unreal joy from this your present courseB
But ratherG
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ParacelsusB
Death To die I owe that muchO
To what at least I was I should be sadE
To live contented after such a fallM
To thrive and fatten after such reverseB
The whole plan is a makeshift but will lastE
My timeH2
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FestusB
And you have never mused and saidE
I had a noble purpose and the strengthH
To compass it but I have stopped half wayB
And wrongly given the first fruits of my toilM
To objects little worthy of the giftE
Why linger round them still why clench my faultE
Why seek for consolation in defeatE
In vain endeavours to derive a beautyB
From ugliness why seek to make the mostE
Of what no power can change nor strive insteadE
With mighty effort to redeem the pastE
And gathering up the treasures thus cast downL
To hold a steadfast course till I arriveR
At their fit destination and my ownL
You have never pondered thusB
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ParacelsusB
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Have I you askD
Often at midnight when most fancies comeF
Would some such airy project visit meB
But ever at the end or will you hearG
The same thing in a tale a parableM
You and I wandering over the world wideE
Chance to set foot upon a desert coastE
Just as we cry No human voice beforeG
Broke the inveterate silence of these rocksB
Their querulous echo startles us we turnL
What ravaged structure still looks o'er the seaB
Some characters remain too While we readE
The sharp salt wind impatient for the lastE
Of even this record wistfully comes and goesB
Or sings what we recover mocking itE
This is the record and my voice the wind'sB
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He singsB
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Over the sea our galleys wentE
With cleaving prows in order braveT2
To a speeding wind and a bounding waveT2
A gallant armamentE
Each bark built out of a forest treeB
Left leafy and rough as first it grewE
And nailed all over the gaping sidesB
Within and without with black bull hidesB
Seethed in fat and suppled in flameW
To bear the playful billows' gameW
So each good ship was rude to seeB
Rude and bare to the outward viewE
But each upbore a stately tentE
Where cedar pales in scented rowG
Kept out the flakes of the dancing brineL
And an awning drooped the mast belowG
In fold on fold of the purple fineL
That neither noontide nor starshineL
Nor moonlight cold which maketh madE
Might pierce the regal tenementE
When the sun dawned oh gay and gladE
We set the sail and plied the oarG
But when the night wind blew like breathH
For joy of one day's voyage moreG
We sang together on the wide seaB
Like men at peace on a peaceful shoreG
Each sail was loosed to the wind so freeB
Each helm made sure by the twilight starG
And in a sleep as calm as deathH
We the voyagers from afarG
Lay stretched along each weary crewE
In a circle round its wondrous tentE
Whence gleamed soft light and curled rich scentE
And with light and perfume music tooE
So the stars wheeled round and the darkness pastE
And at morn we started beside the mastE
And still each ship was sailing fastE
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Now one morn land appeared a speckD
Dim trembling betwixt sea and skyE
Avoid it cried our pilot checkD
The shout restrain the eager eyeE
But the heaving sea was black behindE
For many a night and many a dayB
And land though but a rock drew nighE
So we broke the cedar pales awayB
Let the purple awning flap in the windE
And a statute bright was on every deckD
We shouted every man of usB
And steered right into the harbour thusB
With pomp and p an gloriousB
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A hundred shapes of lucid stoneL
All day we built its shrine for eachO
A shrine of rock for every oneL
Nor paused till in the westering sunL
We sat together on the beachO
To sing because our task was doneL
When lo what shouts and merry songsB
What laughter all the distance stirsB
A loaded raft with happy throngsB
Of gentle islandersB
Our isles are just at hand they criedE
Like cloudlets faint in even sleepingD
Our temple gates are opened wideE
Our olive groves thick shade are keepingD
For these majestic forms they criedE
Oh then we awoke with sudden startE
From our deep dream and knew too lateE
How bare the rock how desolateE
Which had received our precious freightE
Yet we called out DepartE
Our gifts once given must here abideE
Our work is done we have no heartE
To mar our work we criedE
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FestusB
In truthH
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ParacelsusB
Nay wait all this in tracings faintE
On rugged stones strewn here and there but piledE
In order once then follows mark what followsB
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clungD
To their first fault and withered in their prideE
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FestusB
Come back then Aureole as you fear God comeF
This is foul sin come back Renounce the pastE
Forswear the future look for joy no moreG
But wait death's summons amid holy sightsB
And trust me for the event peace if not joyI2
Return with me to Einsiedeln dear AureoleM
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ParacelsusB
No way no way it would not turn to goodE
A spotless child sleeps on the flowering mossB
'T is well for him but when a sinful manL
Envying such slumber may desire to putE
His guilt away shall he return at onceB
To rest by lying there Our sires knew wellM
Spite of the grave discoveries of their sonsB
The fitting course for such dark cells dim lampsB
A stone floor one may writhe on like a wormU2
No mossy pillow blue with violetsB
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FestusB
I see no symptom of these absoluteE
And tyrannous passions You are calmer nowL
This verse making can purge you well enoughV2
Without the terrible penance you describeK
You love me still the lusts you fear will neverG
Outrage your friend To Einsiedeln once moreG
Say but the wordE
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ParacelsusB
No no those lusts forbidE
They crouch I know cowering with half shut eyeE
Beside you 't is their nature Thrust yourselfM2
Between them and their prey let some fool style meB
Or king or quack it matters not then tryE
Your wisdom urge them to forego their treatE
No no learn better and look deeper FestusB
If you knew how a devil sneers within meB
While you are talking now of this now thatE
As though we differed scarcely save in triflesB
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FestusB
Do we so differ True change must proceedE
Whether for good or ill keep from me whichO
Do not confide all secrets I was bornL
To hope and youE
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ParacelsusB
To trust you know the fruitsB
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FestusB
Listen I do believe what you call trustE
Was self delusion at the best for seeB
So long as God would kindly pioneerG
A path for you and screen you from the worldE
Procure you full exemption from man's lotE
Man's common hopes and fears on the mere pretextE
Of your engagement in his service yield youE
A limitless licence make you God in factE
And turn your slave you were content to sayB
Most courtly praises What is it at lastE
But selfishness without example NoneL
Could trace God's will so plain as you while yoursB
Remained implied in it but now you failM
And we who prate about that will are foolsB
In short God's service is established hereG
As he determines fit and not your wayB
And this you cannot brook Such discontentE
Is weak Renounce all creatureship at onceB
Affirm an absolute right to have and useB
Your energies as though the rivers should sayB
We rush to the ocean what have we to doE
With feeding streamlets lingering in the valesB
Sleeping in lazy pools Set up that pleaB
That will be bold at leastE
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ParacelsusB
'T is like enoughV2
The serviceable spirits are those no doubtE
The East produces lo the master bidsB
They wake raise terraces and garden groundsB
In one night's space and this done straight beginL
Another century's sleep to the great praiseB
Of him that framed them wise and beautifulM
Till a lamp's rubbing or some chance akinL
Wake them again I am of different mouldE
I would have soothed my lord and slaved for himW2
And done him service past my narrow bondE
And thus I get rewarded for my painsB
Beside 't is vain to talk of forwardingD
God's glory otherwise this is aloneL
The sphere of its increase as far as menL
Increase it why then look beyond this sphereG
We are his glory and if we be gloriousB
Is not the thing achievedE
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FestusB
Shall one like meB
Judge hearts like yours Though years have changed you muchO
And you have left your first love and retainL
Its empty shade to veil your crooked waysB
Yet I still hold that you have honoured GodE
And who shall call your course without rewardE
For wherefore this repining at defeatE
Had triumph ne'er inured you to high hopesB
I urge you to forsake the life you curseB
And what success attends me simply talkD
Of passion weakness and remorse in shortE
Anything but the naked truth you chooseB
This so despised career and cheaply holdE
My happiness or rather other men'sB
Once more returnL
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ParacelsusB
And quickly John the thiefX2
Has pilfered half my secrets by this timeH2
And we depart by daybreak I am wearyB
I know not how not even the wine cup soothesB
My brain to nightE
Do you not thoroughly despise me FestusB
No flattery One like you needs not be toldE
We live and breathe deceiving and deceivedE
Do you not scorn me from your heart of heartsB
Me and my cant each petty subterfugeY2
My rhymes and all this frothy shower of wordsB
My glozing self deceit my outward crustE
Of lies which wrap as tetter morphew furfairB
Wrapt the sound flesh so see you flatter notE
Even God flatters but my friend at leastE
Is true I would depart secure henceforthH
Against all further insult hate and wrongD
From puny foes my one friend's scorn shall brand meB
No fear of sinking deeperB
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FestusB
No dear AureoleM
No no I came to counsel faithfullyB
There are old rules made long ere we were bornL
By which I judge you I so fallibleM
So infinitely low beside your mightyB
Majestic spirit even I can seeB
You own some higher law than ours which callM
Sin what is no sin weakness what is strengthH
But I have only these such as they areB
To guide me and I blame you where they bidE
Only so long as blaming promisesB
To win peace for your soul the more that sorrowB
Has fallen on me of late and they have helped meB
So that I faint not under my distressB
But wherefore should I scruple to avowL
In spite of all as brother judging brotherB
Your fate is most inexplicable to meB
And should you perish without recompenseB
And satisfaction yet too hastilyB
I have relied on love you may have sinnedE
But you have loved As a mere human matterB
As I would have God deal with fragile menL
In the end I say that you will triumph yetE
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ParacelsusB
Have you felt sorrow Festus 't is becauseB
You love me Sorrow and sweet Michal yoursB
Well thought on never let her know this lastE
Dull winding up of all these miscreants daredE
Insult me me she loved so grieve her notE
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FestusB
Your ill success can little grieve her nowL
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ParacelsusB
Michal is dead pray Christ we do not crazeB
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FestusB
Aureole dear Aureole look not on me thusB
Fool fool this is the heart grown sorrow proofZ2
I cannot bear those eyesB
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ParacelsusB
Nay really deadE
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FestusB
'T is scarce a monthH
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ParacelsusB
Stone dead then you have laid herB
Among the flowers ere this Now do you knowB
I can reveal a secret which shall comfortE
Even you I have no julep as men thinkD
To cheat the grave but a far better secretE
Know then you did not ill to trust your loveP2
To the cold earth I have thought much of itE
For I believe we do not wholly dieE
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FestusB
AureoleM
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ParacelsusB
Nay do not laugh there is a reasonL
For what I say I think the soul can neverB
Taste death I am just now as you may seeB
Very unfit to put so strange a thoughtE
In an intelligible dress of wordsB
But take it as my trust she is not deadE
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FestusB
But not on this account alone you surelyB
Aureole you have believed this all alongD
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ParacelsusB
And Michal sleeps among the roots and dewsB
While I am moved at Basil and full of schemesB
For Nuremberg and hoping and despairingD
As though it mattered how the farce plays outE
So it be quickly played Away awayB
Have your will rabble while we fight the prizeB
Troop you in safety to the snug back seatsB
And leave a clear arena for the braveT2
About to perish for your sport BeholdE

Robert Browning



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