09.08.2014, 13:36
FAUST TO MARGUERITE IN PRISON
O ! TENDER heart that I have brought to woe !
Whose happy throbs through me have gone to pain ;
O ! piteous soul, in which sometime did reign
Pure, simple thoughts, that had the crystal flow
Of white hill-waters, and the virgin glow
That wakes a summer morning, free from stain,
Immaculate as is some heavenly train
Of angels in procession moving slow
How have I brought thee O ! divinely sweet !
How have I dragged thee to this fevered hell
Wherein thou sittest weeping, sad and dumb,
With wan, cold lips that nevermore shall greet
Me with a smile ! God knows I love thee well,
Yet through my love hath all thy sorrow come.
O ! TENDER heart that I have brought to woe !
Whose happy throbs through me have gone to pain ;
O ! piteous soul, in which sometime did reign
Pure, simple thoughts, that had the crystal flow
Of white hill-waters, and the virgin glow
That wakes a summer morning, free from stain,
Immaculate as is some heavenly train
Of angels in procession moving slow
How have I brought thee O ! divinely sweet !
How have I dragged thee to this fevered hell
Wherein thou sittest weeping, sad and dumb,
With wan, cold lips that nevermore shall greet
Me with a smile ! God knows I love thee well,
Yet through my love hath all thy sorrow come.