Paracelsus: Part V: Paracelsus Attains Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Festus Paracelsus | B |
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Festus | B |
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No change The weary night is well nigh spent | C |
The lamp burns low and through the casement bars | B |
Grey morning glimmers feebly yet no change | D |
Another night and still no sigh has stirred | E |
That fallen discoloured mouth no pang relit | E |
Those fixed eyes quenched by the decaying body | E |
Like torch flame choked in dust While all beside | E |
Was breaking to the last they held out bright | E |
As a stronghold where life intrenched itself | F |
But they are dead now very blind and dead | E |
He will drowse into death without a groan | G |
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My Aureole my forgotten ruined Aureole | H |
The days are gone are gone How grand thou wast | E |
And now not one of those who struck thee down | I |
Poor glorious spirit concerns him even to stay | E |
And satisfy himself his little hand | E |
Could turn God's image to a livid thing | J |
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Another night and yet no change 'T is much | K |
That I should sit by him and bathe his brow | L |
And chafe his hands 't is much but he will sure | M |
Know me and look on me and speak to me | E |
Once more but only once His hollow cheek | N |
Looked all night long as though a creeping laugh | O |
At his own state were just about to break | P |
From the dying man my brain swam my throat swelled | E |
And yet I could not turn away In truth | Q |
They told me how when first brought here he seemed | E |
Resolved to live to lose no faculty | E |
Thus striving to keep up his shattered strength | R |
Until they bore him to this stifling cell | S |
When straight his features fell an hour made white | E |
The flushed face and relaxed the quivering limb | T |
Only the eye remained intense awhile | U |
As though it recognized the tomb like place | B |
And then he lay as here he lies | B |
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Ay here | V |
Here is earth's noblest nobly garlanded | E |
Her bravest champion with his well won prize | B |
Her best achievement her sublime amends | B |
For countless generations fleeting fast | E |
And followed by no trace the creature god | E |
She instances when angels would dispute | E |
The title of her brood to rank with them | W |
Angels this is our angel Those bright forms | B |
We clothe with purple crown and call to thrones | B |
Are human but not his those are but men | X |
Whom other men press round and kneel before | Y |
Those palaces are dwelt in by mankind | E |
Higher provision is for him you seek | N |
Amid our pomps and glories see it here | V |
Behold earth's paragon Now raise thee clay | E |
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God Thou art love I build my faith on that | E |
Even as I watch beside thy tortured child | E |
Unconscious whose hot tears fall fast by him | T |
So doth thy right hand guide us through the world | E |
Wherein we stumble God what shall we say | E |
How has he sinned How else should he have done | A |
Surely he sought thy praise thy praise for all | Z |
He might be busied by the task so much | K |
As half forget awhile its proper end | E |
Dost thou well Lord Thou canst not but prefer | A2 |
That I should range myself upon his side | E |
How could he stop at every step to set | E |
Thy glory forth Hadst thou but granted him | T |
Success thy honour would have crowned success | B |
A halo round a star Or say he erred | E |
Save him dear God it will be like thee bathe him | T |
In light and life Thou art not made like us | B |
We should be wroth in such a case but thou | L |
Forgivest so forgive these passionate thoughts | B |
Which come unsought and will not pass away | E |
I know thee who hast kept my path and made | E |
Light for me in the darkness tempering sorrow | B2 |
So that it reached me like a solemn joy | C2 |
It were too strange that I should doubt thy love | D2 |
But what am I Thou madest him and knowest | E |
How he was fashioned I could never err | E2 |
That way the quiet place beside thy feet | E |
Reserved for me was ever in my thoughts | B |
But he thou shouldst have favoured him as well | S |
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Ah he wakens Aureole I am here 't is Festus | B |
I cast away all wishes save one wish | F2 |
Let him but know me only speak to me | E |
He mutters louder and louder any other | A2 |
Than I with brain less laden could collect | E |
What he pours forth Dear Aureole do but look | G2 |
Is it talking or singing this he utters fast | E |
Misery that he should fix me with his eye | H2 |
Quick talking to some other all the while | U |
If he would husband this wild vehemence | B |
Which frustrates its intent I heard I know | B2 |
I heard my name amid those rapid words | B |
Oh he will know me yet Could I divert | E |
This current lead it somehow gently back | I2 |
Into the channels of the past His eye | H2 |
Brighter than ever It must recognize me | E |
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I am Erasmus I am here to pray | E |
That Paracelsus use his skill for me | E |
The schools of Paris and of Padua send | E |
These questions for your learning to resolve | J2 |
We are your students noble master leave | K2 |
This wretched cell what business have you here | V |
Our class awaits you come to us once more | Y |
O agony the utmost I can do | E |
Touches him not how else arrest his ear | V |
I am commissioned I shall craze like him | T |
Better be mute and see what God shall send | E |
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Paracelsus | B |
Stay stay with me | E |
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Festus | B |
I will I am come here | V |
To stay with you Festus you loved of old | E |
Festus you know you must know | B2 |
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Paracelsus | B |
Festus Where's | B |
Aprile then Has he not chanted softly | E |
The melodies I heard all night I could not | E |
Get to him for a cold hand on my breast | E |
But I made out his music well enough | L2 |
O well enough If they have filled him full | M2 |
With magical music as they freight a star | N2 |
With light and have remitted all his sin | O2 |
They will forgive me too I too shall know | B2 |
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Festus | B |
Festus your Festus | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ask him if Aprile | P2 |
Knows as he Loves if I shall Love and Know | B2 |
I try but that cold hand like lead so cold | E |
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Festus | B |
My hand see | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ah the curse Aprile Aprile | P2 |
We get so near so very very near | Q2 |
'T is an old tale Jove strikes the Titans down | I |
Not when they set about their mountain piling | J |
But when another rock would crown the work | R2 |
And Phaeton doubtless his first radiant plunge | S2 |
Astonished mortals though the gods were calm | T2 |
And Jove prepared his thunder all old tales | B |
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Festus | B |
And what are these to you | E |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ay fiends must laugh | O |
So cruelly so well most like I never | A2 |
Could tread a single pleasure underfoot | E |
But they were grinning by my side were chuckling | J |
To see me toil and drop away by flakes | B |
Hell spawn I am glad most glad that thus I fail | U2 |
Your cunning has o'ershot its aim One year | Q2 |
One month perhaps and I had served your turn | V2 |
You should have curbed your spite awhile But now | L |
Who will believe 't was you that held me back | I2 |
Listen there's shame and hissing and contempt | E |
And none but laughs who names me none but spits | B |
Measureless scorn upon me me alone | G |
The quack the cheat the liar all on me | B |
And thus your famous plan to sink mankind | E |
In silence and despair by teaching them | W |
One of their race had probed the inmost truth | Q |
Had done all man could do yet failed no less | B |
Your wise plan proves abortive Men despair | E2 |
Ha ha why they are hooting the empiric | I2 |
The ignorant and incapable fool who rushed | E |
Madly upon a work beyond his wits | B |
Nor doubt they but the simplest of themselves | B |
Could bring the matter to triumphant issue | B |
So pick and choose among them all accursed | E |
Try now persuade some other to slave for you | B |
To ruin body and soul to work your ends | B |
No no I am the first and last I think | I2 |
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Festus | B |
Dear friend who are accursed who has done | A |
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Paracelsus | B |
What have I done Fiends dare ask that or you | B |
Brave men Oh you can chime in boldly backed | E |
By the others What had you to do sage peers | B |
Here stand my rivals Latin Arab Jew | B |
Greek join dead hands against me all I ask | I2 |
Is that the world enrol my name with theirs | B |
And even this poor privilege it seems | B |
They range themselves prepared to disallow | L |
Only observe why fiends may learn from them | W |
How they talk calmly of my throes my fierce | B |
Aspirings terrible watchings each one claiming | I2 |
Its price of blood and brain how they dissect | E |
And sneeringly disparage the few truths | B |
Got at a life's cost they too hanging the while | U |
About my neck their lies misleading me | B |
And their dead names browbeating me Grey crew | B |
Yet steeped in fresh malevolence from hell | S |
Is there a reason for your hate My truths | B |
Have shaken a little the palm about each prince | B |
Just think Aprile all these leering dotards | B |
Were bent on nothing less than to be crowned | E |
As we That yellow blear eyed wretch in chief | W2 |
To whom the rest cringe low with feigned respect | E |
Galen of Pergamos and hell nay speak | I2 |
The tale old man We met there face to face | B |
I said the crown should fall from thee Once more | Y |
We meet as in that ghastly vestibule | X2 |
Look to my brow Have I redeemed my pledge | Y2 |
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Festus | B |
Peace peace ah see | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Oh emptiness of fame | Z2 |
Oh Persic Zoroaster lord of stars | B |
Who said these old renowns dead long ago | I2 |
Could make me overlook the living world | E |
To gaze through gloom at where they stood indeed | E |
But stand no longer What a warm light life | A3 |
After the shade In truth my delicate witch | B3 |
My serpent queen you did but well to hide | E |
The juggles I had else detected Fire | A2 |
May well run harmless o'er a breast like yours | B |
The cave was not so darkened by the smoke | I2 |
But that your white limbs dazzled me oh white | E |
And panting as they twinkled wildly dancing | I2 |
I cared not for your passionate gestures then | X |
But now I have forgotten the charm of charms | B |
The foolish knowledge which I came to seek | I2 |
While I remember that quaint dance and thus | B |
I am come back not for those mummeries | B |
But to love you and to kiss your little feet | E |
Soft as an ermine's winter coat | E |
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Festus | B |
A light | E |
Will struggle through these thronging words at last | E |
As in the angry and tumultuous West | E |
A soft star trembles through the drifting clouds | B |
These are the strivings of a spirit which hates | B |
So sad a vault should coop it and calls up | C3 |
The past to stand between it and its fate | E |
Were he at Einsiedeln or Michal here | V |
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Paracelsus | B |
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Cruel I seek her now I kneel I shriek | I2 |
I clasp her vesture but she fades still fades | B |
And she is gone sweet human love is gone | D3 |
'T is only when they spring to heaven that angels | B |
Reveal themselves to you they sit all day | E |
Beside you and lie down at night by you | B |
Who care not for their presence muse or sleep | E3 |
And all at once they leave you and you know them | W |
We are so fooled so cheated Why even now | L |
I am not too secure against foul play | E |
The shadows deepen and the walls contract | E |
No doubt some treachery is going on | F3 |
'T is very dusk Where are we put Aprile | P2 |
Have they left us in the lurch This murky loathsome | G3 |
Death trap this slaughter house is not the hall | Z |
In the golden city Keep by me Aprile | P2 |
There is a hand groping amid the blackness | B |
To catch us Have the spider fingers got you | B |
Poet Hold on me for your life If once | B |
They pull you Hold | E |
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'Tis but a dream no more | Y |
I have you still the sun comes out again | X |
Let us be happy all will yet go well | S |
Let us confer is it not like Aprile | P2 |
That spite of trouble this ordeal passed | E |
The value of my labours ascertained | E |
Just as some stream foams long among the rocks | B |
But after glideth glassy to the sea | B |
So full content shall henceforth be my lot | E |
What think you poet Louder Your clear voice | B |
Vibrates too like a harp string Do you ask | I2 |
How could I still remain on earth should God | E |
Grant me the great approval which I seek | I2 |
I you and God can comprehend each other | A2 |
But men would murmur and with cause enough | L2 |
For when they saw me stainless of all sin | O2 |
Preserved and sanctified by inward light | E |
They would complain that comfort shut from them | W |
I drank thus unespied that they live on | F3 |
Nor taste the quiet of a constant joy | C2 |
For ache and care and doubt and weariness | B |
While I am calm help being vouchsafed to me | B |
And hid from them 'T were best consider that | E |
You reason well Aprile but at least | E |
Let me know this and die Is this too much | K |
I will learn this if God so please and die | E |
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If thou shalt please dear God if thou shalt please | B |
We are so weak we know our motives least | E |
In their confused beginning If at first | E |
I sought but wherefore bare my heart to thee | B |
I know thy mercy and already thoughts | B |
Flock fast about my soul to comfort it | E |
And intimate I cannot wholly fail | U2 |
For love and praise would clasp me willingly | B |
Could I resolve to seek them Thou art good | E |
And I should be content Yet yet first show | I2 |
I have done wrong in daring Rather give | H3 |
The supernatural consciousness of strength | R |
Which fed my youth Only one hour of that | E |
With thee to help O what should bar me then | X |
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Lost lost Thus things are ordered here God's creatures | B |
And yet he takes no pride in us none none | A |
Truly there needs another life to come | G3 |
If this be all I must tell Festus that | E |
And other life await us not for one | A |
I say 't is a poor cheat a stupid bungle | B |
A wretched failure I for one protest | E |
Against it and I hurl it back with scorn | I3 |
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Well onward though alone Small time remains | B |
And much to do I must have fruit must reap | E3 |
Some profit from my toils I doubt my body | B |
Will hardly serve me through while I have laboured | B |
It has decayed and now that I demand | B |
Its best assistance it will crumble fast | B |
A sad thought a sad fate How very full | B |
Of wormwood 't is that just at altar service | B |
The rapt hymn rising with the rolling smoke | I2 |
When glory dawns and all is at the best | B |
The sacred fire may flicker and grow faint | B |
And die for want of a wood piler's help | J3 |
Thus fades the flagging body and the soul | B |
Is pulled down in the overthrow Well well | B |
Let men catch every word let them lose nought | B |
Of what I say something may yet be done | A |
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They are ruins Trust me who am one of you | B |
All ruins glorious once but lonely now | L |
It makes my heart sick to behold you crouch | K3 |
Beside your desolate fane the arches dim | T |
The crumbling columns grand against the moon | L3 |
Could I but rear them up once more but that | B |
May never be so leave them Trust me friends | B |
Why should you linger here when I have built | B |
A far resplendent temple all your own | G |
Trust me they are but ruins See Aprile | B |
Men will not heed Yet were I not prepared | B |
With better refuge for them tongue of mine | M3 |
Should ne'er reveal how blank their dwelling is | B |
I would sit down in silence with the rest | B |
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Ha what you spit at me you grin and shriek | I2 |
Contempt into my ear my ear which drank | I2 |
God's accents once you curse me Why men men | X |
I am not formed for it Those hideous eyes | B |
Will be before me sleeping waking praying | I2 |
They will not let me even die Spare spare me | B |
Sinning or no forget that only spare me | B |
The horrible scorn You thought I could support it | B |
But now you see what silly fragile creature | A2 |
Cowers thus I am not good nor bad enough | L2 |
Not Christ nor Cain yet even Cain was saved | B |
From Hate like this Let me but totter back | I2 |
Perhaps I shall elude those jeers which creep | E3 |
Into my very brain and shut these scorched | B |
Eyelids and keep those mocking faces out | B |
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Listen Aprile I am very calm | T2 |
Be not deceived there is no passion here | V |
Where the blood leaps like an imprisoned thing | I2 |
I am calm I will exterminate the race | B |
Enough of that 't is said and it shall be | B |
And now be merry safe and sound am I | E |
Who broke through their best ranks to get at you | B |
And such a havoc such a rout Aprile | B |
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Festus | B |
Have you no thought no memory for me | B |
Aureole I am so wretched my pure Michal | B |
Is gone and you alone are left me now | L |
And even you forget me Take my hand | B |
Lean on me thus Do you not know me Aureole | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Festus my own friend you are come at last | B |
As you say 't is an awful enterprise | B |
But you believe I shall go through with it | B |
'T is like you and I thank you Thank him for me | B |
Dear Michal See how bright St Saviour's spire | N3 |
Flames in the sunset all its figures quaint | B |
Gay in the glancing light you might conceive them | W |
A troop of yellow vested white haired Jews | B |
Bound for their own land where redemption dawns | B |
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Festus | B |
Not that blest time not our youth's time dear God | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ha stay true I forget all is done since | B |
And he is come to judge me How he speaks | B |
How calm how well yes it is true all true | B |
All quackery all deceit myself can laugh | O |
The first at it if you desire but still | B |
You know the obstacles which taught me tricks | B |
So foreign to my nature envy and hate | B |
Blind opposition brutal prejudice | B |
Bald ignorance what wonder if I sunk | I2 |
To humour men the way they most approved | B |
My cheats were never palmed on such as you | B |
Dear Festus I will kneel if you require me | B |
Impart the meagre knowledge I possess | B |
Explain its bounded nature and avow | L |
My insufficiency whate'er you will | B |
I give the fight up let there be an end | B |
A privacy an obscure nook for me | B |
I want to be forgotten even by God | B |
But if that cannot be dear Festus lay me | B |
When I shall die within some narrow grave | O3 |
Not by itself for that would be too proud | B |
But where such graves are thickest let it look | I2 |
Nowise distinguished from the hillocks round | B |
So that the peasant at his brother's bed | B |
May tread upon my own and know it not | B |
And we shall all be equal at the last | B |
Or classed according to life's natural ranks | B |
Fathers sons brothers friends not rich nor wise | B |
Nor gifted lay me thus then say He lived | B |
Too much advanced before his brother men | X |
They kept him still in front 't was for their good | B |
But yet a dangerous station It were strange | D |
That he should tell God he had never ranked | B |
With men so here at least he is a man | P3 |
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Festus | B |
That God shall take thee to his breast dear spirit | B |
Unto his breast be sure and here on earth | Q3 |
Shall splendour sit upon thy name for ever | A2 |
Sun all the heaven is glad for thee what care | E2 |
If lower mountains light their snowy phares | B |
At thine effulgence yet acknowledge not | B |
The source of day Their theft shall be their bale | B |
For after ages shall retrack thy beams | B |
And put aside the crowd of busy ones | B |
And worship thee alone the master mind | B |
The thinker the explorer the creator | A2 |
Then who should sneer at the convulsive throes | B |
With which thy deeds were born would scorn as well | B |
The sheet of winding subterraneous fire | A2 |
Which pent and writhing sends no less at last | B |
Huge islands up amid the simmering sea | B |
Behold thy might in me thou hast infused | B |
Thy soul in mine and I am grand as thou | L |
Seeing I comprehend thee I so simple | B |
Thou so august I recognize thee first | B |
I saw thee rise I watched thee early and late | B |
And though no glance reveal thou dost accept | B |
My homage thus no less I proffer it | B |
And bid thee enter gloriously thy rest | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Festus | B |
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Festus | B |
I am for noble Aureole God | B |
I am upon his side come weal or woe | I2 |
His portion shall be mine He has done well | B |
I would have sinned had I been strong enough | L2 |
As he has sinned Reward him or I waive | O3 |
Reward If thou canst find no place for him | T |
He shall be king elsewhere and I will be | B |
His slave for ever There are two of us | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Dear Festus | B |
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Festus | B |
Here dear Aureole ever by you | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Nay speak on or I dream again Speak on | F3 |
Some story anything only your voice | B |
I shall dream else Speak on ay leaning so | B |
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Festus | B |
Thus the Mayne glideth | L |
Where my Love abideth | L |
Sleep's no softer it proceeds | B |
On through lawns on through meads | B |
On and on whate'er befall | B |
Meandering and musical | B |
Though the niggard pasturage | D |
Bears not on its shaven ledge | D |
Aught but weeds and waving grasses | B |
To view the river as it passes | B |
Save here and there a scanty patch | R3 |
Of primroses too faint to catch | R3 |
A weary bee | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
More more say on | F3 |
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Festus | B |
And scarce it pushes | B |
Its gentle way through strangling rushes | B |
Where the glossy kingfisher | A2 |
Flutters when noon heats are near | Q2 |
Glad the shelving banks to shun | A |
Red and steaming in the sun | A |
Where the shrew mouse with pale throat | B |
Burrows and the speckled stoat | B |
Where the quick sandpipers flit | B |
In and out the marl and grit | B |
That seems to breed them brown as they | L |
Nought disturbs its quiet way | L |
Save some lazy stork that springs | B |
Trailing it with legs and wings | B |
Whom the shy fox from the hill | B |
Rouses creep he ne'er so still | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
My heart they loose my heart those simple words | B |
Its darkness passes which nought else could touch | K |
Like some dark snake that force may not expel | B |
Which glideth out to music sweet and low | B |
What were you doing when your voice broke through | B |
A chaos of ugly images You indeed | B |
Are you alone here | V |
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Festus | B |
All alone you know me | B |
This cell | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
An unexceptionable vault | B |
Good brick and stone the bats kept out the rats | B |
Kept in a snug nook how should I mistake it | B |
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Festus | B |
But wherefore am I here | V |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ah well remembered | B |
Why for a purpose for a purpose Festus | B |
'T is like me here I trifle while time fleets | B |
And this occasion lost will ne'er return | V2 |
You are here to be instructed I will tell | B |
God's message but I have so much to say | B |
I fear to leave half out All is confused | B |
No doubt but doubtless you will learn in time | S3 |
He would not else have brought you here no doubt | B |
I shall see clearer soon | L3 |
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Festus | B |
Tell me but this | B |
You are not in despair | E2 |
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Paracelsus | B |
I and for what | B |
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Festus | B |
Alas alas he knows not as I feared | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
What is it you would ask me with that earnest | B |
Dear searching face | B |
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Festus | B |
How feel you Aureole | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Well | B |
Well 'T is a strange thing I am dying Festus | B |
And now that fast the storm of life subsides | B |
I first perceive how great the whirl has been | O2 |
I was calm then who am so dizzy now | L |
Calm in the thick of the tempest but no less | B |
A partner of its motion and mixed up | C3 |
With its career The hurricane is spent | B |
And the good boat speeds through the brightening weather | A2 |
But is it earth or sea that heaves below | B |
The gulf rolls like a meadow swell o'erstrewn | L |
With ravaged boughs and remnants of the shore | Y |
And now some slet loosened from the land | B |
Swims past with all its trees sailing to ocean | L |
And now the air is full of uptorn canes | B |
Light strippings from the fan trees tamarisks | B |
Unrooted with their birds still clinging to them | W |
All high in the wind Even so my varied life | A3 |
Drifts by me I am young old happy sad | B |
Hoping desponding acting taking rest | B |
And all at once that is those past conditions | B |
Float back at once on me If I select | B |
Some special epoch from the crowd 't is but | B |
To will and straight the rest dissolve away | B |
And only that particular state is present | B |
With all its long forgotten circumstance | B |
Distinct and vivid as at first myself | F |
A careless looker on and nothing more | Y |
Indifferent and amused but nothing more | Y |
And this is death I understand it all | B |
New being waits me new perceptions must | B |
Be born in me before I plunge therein | L |
Which last is Death's affair and while I speak | I2 |
Minute by minute he is filling me | B |
With power and while my foot is on the threshold | B |
Of boundless life the doors unopened yet | B |
All preparations not complete within | L |
I turn new knowledge upon old events | B |
And the effect is but I must not tell | B |
It is not lawful Your own turn will come | G3 |
One day Wait Festus You will die like me | B |
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Festus | B |
'T is of that past life that I burn to hear | V |
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Paracelsus | B |
You wonder it engages me just now | L |
In truth I wonder too What 's life to me | B |
Where'er I look is fire where'er I listen | L |
Music and where I tend bliss evermore | Y |
Yet how can I refrain 'T is a refined | B |
Delight to view those chances one last view | B |
I am so near the perils I escape | T3 |
That I must play with them and turn them over | A2 |
To feel how fully they are past and gone | L |
Still it is like some further cause exists | B |
For this peculiar mood some hidden purpose | B |
Did I not tell you something of it Festus | B |
I had it fast but it has somehow slipt | B |
Away from me it will return anon | L |
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Festus | B |
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Indeed his cheek seems young again his voice | B |
Complete with its old tones that little laugh | O |
Concluding every phrase with upturned eye | E |
As though one stooped above his head to whom | U3 |
He looked for confirmation and approval | B |
Where was it gone so long so well preserved | B |
Then the fore finger pointing as he speaks | B |
Like one who traces in an open book | I2 |
The matter he declares 't is many a year | Q2 |
Since I remarked it last and this in him | T |
But now a ghastly wreck | I2 |
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And can it be | B |
Dear Aureole you have then found out at last | B |
That worldly things are utter vanity | B |
That man is made for weakness and should wait | B |
In patient ignorance till God appoint | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ha the purpose the true purpose that is it | B |
How could I fail to apprehend You here | V |
I thus But no more trifling I see all | B |
I know all my last mission shall be done | L |
If strength suffice No trifling Stay this posture | A2 |
Hardly befits one thus about to speak | I2 |
I will arise | B |
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Festus | B |
Nay Aureole are you wild | B |
You cannot leave your couch | K3 |
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Paracelsus | B |
No help no help | J3 |
Not even your hand So there I stand once more | Y |
Speak from a couch I never lectured thus | B |
My gown the scarlet lined with fur now put | B |
The chain about my neck my signet ring | I2 |
Is still upon my hand I think even so | B |
Last my good sword ah trusty Azoth leapest | B |
Beneath thy master's grasp for the last time | S3 |
This couch shall be my throne I bid these walls | B |
Be consecrate this wretched cell become | G3 |
A shrine for here God speaks to men through me | B |
Now Festus I am ready to begin | L |
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Festus | B |
I am dumb with wonder | A2 |
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Paracelsus | B |
Listen therefore Festus | B |
There will be time enough but none to spare | E2 |
I must content myself with telling only | B |
The most important points You doubtless feel | B |
That I am happy Festus very happy | B |
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Festus | B |
'T is no delusion which uplifts him thus | B |
Then you are pardoned Aureole all your sin | L |
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Paracelsus | B |
Ay pardoned yet why pardoned | B |
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Festus | B |
'T is God's praise | B |
That man is bound to seek and you | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Have lived | B |
We have to live alone to set forth well | B |
God's praise 'T is true I sinned much as I thought | B |
And in effect need mercy for I strove | V3 |
To do that very thing but do your best | B |
Or worst praise rises and will rise for ever | A2 |
Pardon from him because of praise denied | B |
Who calls me to himself to exalt himself | F |
He might laugh as I laugh | O |
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Festus | B |
But all comes | B |
To the same thing 'T is fruitless for mankind | B |
To fret themselves with what concerns them not | B |
They are no use that way they should lie down | L |
Content as God has made them nor go mad | B |
In thriveless cares to better what is ill | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
No no mistake me not let me not work | I2 |
More harm than I have worked This is my case | B |
If I go joyous back to God yet bring | I2 |
No offering if I render up my soul | B |
Without the fruits it was ordained to bear | E2 |
If I appear the better to love God | B |
For sin as one who has no claim on him | T |
Be not deceived It may be surely thus | B |
With me while higher prizes still await | B |
The mortal persevering to the end | B |
Beside I am not all so valueless | B |
I have been something though too soon I left | B |
Following the instincts of that happy time | S3 |
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Festus | B |
What happy time For God's sake for man's sake | I2 |
What time was happy All I hope to know | B |
That answer will decide What happy time | S3 |
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Paracelsus | B |
When but the time I vowed myself to man | L |
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Festus | B |
Great God thy judgments are inscrutable | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Yes it was in me I was born for it | B |
I Paracelsus it was mine by right | B |
Doubtless a searching and impetuous soul | B |
Might learn from its own motions that some task | I2 |
Like this awaited it about the world | B |
Might seek somewhere in this blank life of ours | B |
For fit delights to stay its longings vast | B |
And grappling Nature so prevail on her | A2 |
To fill the creature full she dared thus frame | Z2 |
Hungry for joy and bravely tyrannous | B |
Grow in demand still craving more and more | Y |
And make each joy conceded prove a pledge | D |
Of other joy to follow bating nought | B |
Of its desires still seizing fresh pretence | B |
To turn the knowledge and the rapture wrung | I2 |
As an extreme last boon from destiny | B |
Into occasion for new coyetings | B |
New strifes new triumphs doubtless a strong soul | B |
Alone unaided might attain to this | B |
So glorious is our nature so august | B |
Man's inborn uninstructed impulses | B |
His naked spirit so majestical | B |
But this was born in me I was made so | B |
Thus much time saved the feverish appeties | B |
The tumult of unproved desire the unaimed | B |
Uncertain yearnings aspirations blind | B |
Distrust mistake and all that ends in tears | B |
Were saved me thus I entered on my course | B |
You may be sure I was not all exempt | B |
From human trouble just so much of doubt | B |
As bade me plant a surer foot upon | L |
The sun road kept my eye unruined 'mid | B |
The fierce and flashing splendour set my heart | B |
Trembling so much as warned me I stood there | E2 |
On sufferance not to idly gaze but cast | B |
Light on a darkling race save for that doubt | B |
I stood at first where all aspire at last | B |
To stand the secret of the world was mine | L |
I knew I felt perception unexpressed | B |
Uncomprehended by our narrow thought | B |
But somehow felt and known in every shift | B |
And change in the spirit nay in every pore | Y |
Of the body even what God is what we are | N2 |
What life is how God tastes an infinite joy | D |
In infinite ways one everlasting bliss | B |
From whom all being emanates all power | A2 |
Proceeds in whom is life for evermore | Y |
Yet whom existence in its lowest form | W3 |
Includes where dwells enjoyment there is he | B |
With still a flying point of bliss remote | B |
A happiness in store afar a sphere | Q2 |
Of distant glory in full view thus climbs | B |
Pleasure its heights for ever and for ever | A2 |
The centre fire heaves underneath the earth | L |
And the earth changes like a human face | B |
The molten ore bursts up among the rocks | B |
Winds into the stone's heart outbranches bright | B |
In hidden mines spots barren river beds | B |
Crumbles into fine sand where sunbeams bask | I2 |
God joys therein The wroth sea's waves are edged | B |
With foam white as the bitten lip of hate | B |
When in the solitary waste strange groups | B |
Of young volcanos come up cyclops like | I2 |
Staring together with their eyes on flame | Z2 |
God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth pride | B |
Then all is still earth is a wintry clod | B |
But spring wind like a dancing psaltress passes | B |
Over its breast to waken it rare verdure | A2 |
Buds tenderly upon rough banks between | L |
The withered tree roots and the cracks of frost | B |
Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face | B |
The grass grows bright the boughs are swoln with blooms | B |
Like chrysalids impatient for the air | A2 |
The shining dorrs are busy beetles run | L |
Along the furrows ants make their ado | B |
Above birds fly in merry flocks the lark | I2 |
Soars up and up shivering for very joy | D |
Afar the ocean sleeps white fishing gulls | B |
Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe | X3 |
Of nested limpets savage creatures seek | I2 |
Their loves in wood and plain and God renews | B |
His ancient rapture Thus he dwells in all | B |
From life's minute beginnings up at last | B |
To man the consummation of this scheme | Y3 |
Of being the completion of this sphere | A2 |
Of life whose attributes had here and there | A2 |
Been scattered o'er the visible world before | A2 |
Asking to be combined dim fragments meant | B |
To be united in some wondrous whole | B |
Imperfect qualities throughout creation | L |
Suggesting some one creature yet to make | I2 |
Some point where all those scattered rays should meet | B |
Convergent in the faculties of man | L |
Power neither put forth blindly nor controlled | B |
Calmly by perfect knowledge to be used | B |
At risk inspired or checked by hope and fear | A2 |
Knowledge not intuition but the slow | B |
Uncertain fruit of an enhancing toil | B |
Strengthened by love love not serenely pure | A2 |
But strong from weakness like a chance sown plant | B |
Which cast on stubborn soil puts forth changed buds | B |
And softer stains unknown in happier climes | B |
Love which endures and doubts and is oppressed | B |
And cherished suffering much and much sustained | B |
And blind oft failing yet believing love | D2 |
A half enlightened often chequered trust | B |
Hints and previsions of which faculties | B |
Are strewn confusedly everywhere about | B |
The inferior natures and all lead up higher | A2 |
All shape out dimly the superior race | B |
The heir of hopes too fair to turn out false | B |
And man appears at last So far the seal | B |
Is put on life one stage of being complete | B |
One scheme wound up and from the grand result | B |
A supplementary reflux of light | B |
Illustrates all the inferior grades explains | B |
Each back step in the circle Not alone | L |
For their possessor dawn those qualities | B |
But the new glory mixes with the heaven | L |
And earth man once descried imprints for ever | A2 |
His presence on all lifeless things the winds | B |
Are henceforth voices wailing or a shout | B |
A querulous mutter or a quick gay laugh | O |
Never a senseless gust now man is born | L |
The herded pines commune and have deep thoughts | B |
A secret they assemble to discuss | B |
When the sun drops behind their trunks which glare | A2 |
Like grates of hell the peerless cup afloat | B |
Of the lake lily is an urn some nymph | Z3 |
Swims bearing high above her head no bird | B |
Whistles unseen but through the gaps above | D2 |
That let light in upon the gloomy woods | B |
A shape peeps from the breezy forest top | A4 |
Arch with small puckered mouth and mocking eye | E |
The morn has enterprise deep quiet droops | B |
With evening triumph takes the sunset hour | A2 |
Voluptuous transport ripens with the corn | L |
Beneath a warm moon like a happy face | B |
And this to fill us with regard for man | L |
With apprehension of his passing worth | L |
Desire to work his proper nature out | B |
And ascertain his rank and final place | B |
For these things tend still upward progress is | B |
The law of life man is not Man as yet | B |
Nor shall I deem his object served his end | B |
Attained his genuine strength put fairly forth | L |
While only here and there a star dispels | B |
The darkness here and there a towering mind | B |
O'erlooks its prostrate fellows when the host | B |
Is out at once to the despair of night | B |
When all mankind alike is perfected | B |
Equal in full blown powers then not till then | L |
I say begins man's general infancy | B |
For wherefore make account of feverish starts | B |
Of restless members of a dormant whole | B |
Impatient nerves which quiver while the body | B |
Slumbers as in a grave Oh long ago | B |
The brow was twitched the tremulous lids astir | A2 |
The peaceful mouth disturbed half uttered speech | B4 |
Ruffled the lip and then the teeth were set | B |
The breath drawn sharp the strong right hand clenched stronger | A2 |
As it would pluck a lion by the jaw | D |
The glorious creature laughed out even in sleep | E3 |
But when full roused each giant limb awake | I2 |
Each sinew strung the great heart pulsing fast | B |
He shall start up and stand on his own earth | L |
Then shall his long triumphant march begin | L |
Thence shall his being date thus wholly roused | B |
What he achieves shall be set down to him | T |
When all the race is perfected alike | I2 |
As man that is all tended to mankind | B |
And man produced all has its end thus far | A2 |
But in completed man begins anew | B |
A tendency to God Prognostics told | B |
Man's near approach so in man's self arise | B |
August anticipations symbols types | B |
Of a dim splendour ever on before | A2 |
In that eternal circle life pursues | B |
For men begin to pass their nature's bound | B |
And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant | B |
Their proper joys and griefs they grow too great | B |
For narrow creeds of right and wrong which fade | B |
Before the unmeasured thirst for good while peace | B |
Rises within them ever more and more | A2 |
Such men are even now upon the earth | L |
Serene amid the half formed creatures round | B |
Who should be saved by them and joined with them | W |
Such was my task and I was born to it | B |
Free as I said but now from much that chains | B |
Spirits high dowered but limited and vexed | B |
By a divided and delusive aim | Z2 |
A shadow mocking a reality | B |
Whose truth avails not wholly to disperse | B |
The flitting mimic called up by itself | F |
And so remains perplexed and nigh put out | B |
By its fantastic fellow's wavering gleam | Y3 |
I from the first was never cheated thus | B |
I never fashioned out a fancied good | B |
Distinct from man's a service to be done | L |
A glory to be ministered unto | B |
With powers put forth at man's expense withdrawn | L |
From labouring in his behalf a strength | L |
Denied that might avail him I cared not | B |
Lest his success ran counter to success | B |
Elsewhere for God is glorified in man | L |
And to man's glory vowed I soul and limb | T |
Yet constituted thus and thus endowed | B |
I failed I gazed on power till I grew blind | B |
Power I could not take my eyes from that | B |
That only I thought should be preserved increased | B |
At any risk displayed struck out at once | B |
The sign and note and character of man | L |
I saw no use in the past only a scene | L |
Of degradation ugliness and tears | B |
The record of disgraces best forgotten | L |
A sullen page in human chronicles | B |
Fit to erase I saw no cause why man | L |
Should not stand all sufficient even now | L |
Or why his annals should be forced to tell | B |
That once the tide of light about to break | I2 |
Upon the world was sealed within its spring | I2 |
I would have had one day one moment's space | B |
Change man's condition push each slumbering claim | Z2 |
Of mastery o'er the elemental world | B |
At once to full maturity then roll | B |
Oblivion o'er the work and hide from man | L |
What night had ushered morn Not so dear child | B |
Of after days wilt thou reject the past | B |
Big with deep warnings of the proper tenure | A2 |
By which thou hast the earth for thee the present | B |
Shall have distinct and trembling beauty seen | L |
Beside that past's own shade when in relief | W2 |
Its brightness shall stand out nor yet on thee | B |
Shall burst the future as successive zones | B |
Of several wonder open on some spirit | B |
Flying secure and glad from heaven to heaven | L |
But thou shalt painfully attain to joy | D |
While hope and fear and love shall keep thee man | L |
All this was hid from me as one by one | L |
My dreams grew dim my wide aims circumscribed | B |
As actual good within my reach decreased | B |
While obstacles sprung up this way and that | B |
To keep me from effecting half the sum | G3 |
Small as it proved as objects mean within | L |
The primal aggregate seemed even the least | B |
Itself a match for my concentred strength | L |
What wonder if I saw no way to shun | L |
Despair The power I sought for man seemed God's | B |
In this conjuncture as I prayed to die | E |
A strange adventure made me know one sin | L |
Had spotted my career from its uprise | B |
I saw Aprile my Aprile there | A2 |
And as the poor melodious wretch disburthened | E |
His heart and moaned his weakness in my ear | A2 |
I learned my own deep error love's undoing | I2 |
Taught me the worth of love in man's estate | E |
And what proportion love should hold with power | A2 |
In his right constitution love preceding | I2 |
Power and with much power always much more love | D2 |
Love still too straitened in his present means | B |
And earnest for new power to set love free | B |
I learned this and supposed the whole was learned | E |
And thus when men received with stupid wonder | A2 |
My first revealings would have worshipped me | B |
And I despised and loathed their proffered praise | B |
When with awakened eyes they took revenge | D |
For past credulity in casting shame | Z2 |
On my real knowledge and I hated them | W |
It was not strange I saw no good in man | L |
To overbalance all the wear and waste | E |
Of faculties displayed in vain but born | L |
To prosper in some better sphere and why | E |
In my own heart love had not been made wise | B |
To trace love's faint beginnings in mankind | E |
To know even hate is but a mask of love's | B |
To see a good in evil and a hope | C4 |
In ill success to sympathize be proud | E |
Of their half reasons faint aspirings dim | T |
Struggles for truth their poorest fallacies | B |
Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts | B |
All with a touch of nobleness despite | E |
Their error upward tending all though weak | I2 |
Like plants in mines which never saw the sun | L |
But dream of him and guess where he may be | B |
And do their best to climb and get to him | T |
All this I knew not and I failed Let men | L |
Regard me and the poet dead long ago | B |
Who loved too rashly and shape forth a third | E |
And better tempered spirit warned by both | L |
As from the over radiant star too mad | E |
To drink the life springs beamless thence itself | F |
And the dark orb which borders the abyss | B |
Ingulfed in icy night might have its course | B |
A temperate and equidistant world | E |
Meanwhile I have done well though not all well | B |
As yet men cannot do without contempt | E |
'T is for their good and therefore fit awhile | B |
That they reject the weak and scorn the false | B |
Rather than praise the strong and true in me | B |
But after they will know me If I stoop | D4 |
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud | E |
It is but for a time I press God's lamp | E4 |
Close to my breast its splendour soon or late | E |
Will pierce the gloom I shall emerge one day | E |
You understand me I have said enough | L2 |
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Festus | B |
Now die dear Aureole | B |
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Paracelsus | B |
Festus let my hand | E |
This hand lie in your own my own true friend | E |
Aprile Hand in hand with you Aprile | B |
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Festus | B |
And this was Paracelsus | B |
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