But, who, I wonder, could the caskets bring? I fear there's something wrongabout the thing!
What do I see? what form, whose charms transcend The loveliness of earth,is mirror'd here! O Love, to waft me to her sphere, To me the swiftest of thypinions lend! Alas! If I remain not rooted to this place, If to approach morenear I'm fondly lur'd, Her image fades, in veiling mist obscur'd! Model ofbeauty both in form and face! Is't possible? Hath woman charms so rare? Inthis recumbent form, supremely fair, The essence must I see of heavenlygrace? Can aught so exquisite on earth be found?Mephistopheles
Let me but gaze one moment in the glass! Too lovely was that female form!Mephistopheles
Dearest of men! I love thee from my heart!}
I must confess, my stepping o'er Thy threshold a slight hindrance dothimpede; The wizard - foot doth me retain.
I'm in no mood to see him now.
'Tis yet too soon.