PARACELSUS. 1835. PART I. PARACELSUS ASPIRES. SCENE.-Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512. FESTUS, PARACELSUS, MICHAL. Paracelsus. Come close to me, dear friends; still closer; thus ! Close to the heart which, though long time roll by As now it beats-perchance a long, long time- All fitful strange and moody waywardness Michal. Aureole! Paracelsus. Drop by drop! she is weeping like a child! Not so! I am content-more than content; Nay, autumn wins you best by this its mute Look up, sweet Michal, nor esteem the less Your stained and drooping 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! Sequestered nest !—this kingdom, limited Grey crickets and shy lizards and quick spiders, Which, look through near, this way, and it appears A stubble-field or a cane-brake, a marsh Michal. In truth we have lived carelessly and well. Paracelsus. 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: that plant As a queen's languid and imperial arm Which scatters crowns among her lovers, but you Shall be reminded to predict to me Some great success ! Ah see, the sun sinks broad |