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1.-PARACELSUS es lightly
SCENE.-Würzburg-a garderial arm 28. 1512.
Par. Come close to me, dear friends; still closer; thus! Close to the heart which, though long time roll by Ere it again beat quicker, pressed to yours, As now it beats-perchance a long, long timeAt least henceforth your memories shall make Quiet and fragrant as befits their home. Nor shall my memory want a home in yours― Alas, that it requires too well such free
Forgiving love as shall embalm it there!
Par. Drop by drop!-she is weeping like a child! Not so! I am content-more than content
Nay, Autumn win
Appeal to sym
Look up, swe
Your stained an
best by this its mute
r esteem the less
ng vines their grapes bow down
Nor blame those creaking trees bent with their fruit, .
That apple-tree with a rare after-birth
Of peeping blooms sprinkled its wealth among!
Alone by one old populous green wall,
Gray crickets, and shy lizards, and quick spiders,
Which, look through, near, this way, and it appears
A stubble-field, or a canebrake-a marsh
Of bulrush whitening in the sun: laugh now!
Mich. In truth we have lived carelessly and well! Par. And shall, my perfect pair-each, trust me, born For the other; nay, your very hair, when mixed, Is of one hue. For where save in this nook
Shall you two walk, when I am far away,
And wish me prosperous fortune? Stay! Whene'er
Which scatters crowns among her lovers, you
Shall be reminded to predict to me
Some great success! Ah, see! the sun sinks broad
Fest. Now, Aureole, stay those wandering eyes awhile!
As if, where'er you gazed, there stood a star!
How far was Würzburg, with its church and spire, And garden-walls, and all things they contain, From that look's far alighting?
I but spoke
And looked alike from simple joy, to see
Encroaching trouble may have reached them too,
Affects me as himself; that I have just
As varied appetites for joy derived
From common things; a stake in life, in short,
Like his; a stake which rash pursuit of aims
I shall act well advised: and last, because,
Though heaven and earth, and all things, were at stake, Sweet Michal must not weep, our parting eve!)
Fest. True and the eve is deepening, and we sit
As little anxious to begin our talk
As though to-morrow I could open it
As we paced arm in arm the cheerful town
At sun-dawn; and continue it by fits
(Old Tritheim busied with his class the while)
In that dim chamber where the noon-streaks peer
From even-blush to midnight: but, to-morrow!
Oh, say on!
Devise some test of love-some arduous feat
To be performed for you-say on! If night
Be spent the while, the better! Recall how oft
My wondrous plans, and dreams, and hopes, and fears,
Your true affection, born when Einsiedeln