And, to say truth, as yet with small success. Oppos'd to naught, this clumsyworld, The something - it subsisteth still; Not yet is it to ruin hurl'd, Despitethe efforts of my will. Tempests and earthquakes, fire and flood, I've tried;Yet land and ocean still unchang'd abide! And then of humankind and beasts,the accursed brood, Neither o'er them can I extend my sway. What countlessmyriads have I swept away! Yet ever circulates the fresh young blood. It isenough to drive me to despair! As in the earth, in water, and in air, Athousand germs burst forth spontaneously; In moisture, drought, heat, cold,they still appear! Had I not flame selected as my sphere Nothing apart hadbeen reversed for me.
Once a weird vision came to me; Therein I saw a rifted tree. It had a . . . . . . ;But as it was it pleased me too.
Kathrina say, Why lingering stay At dawn of day Before your lover's door?Maiden, beware, Nor enter there, Lest forth you fare, A maiden never more.Maiden take heed! Reck well my rede! Is't done, the deed? Good night, youpoor, poor thing! The spoiler's lies, His arts despise, Nor yield your prize,Without the marriage ring!
You on the Blocksberg I'm rejoiced to find, That 'tis your most appropriatesphere is certain.
Good - morrow, gentlemen!
And much, sir, may the liquor profit you!