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 Appeal to sympathy for its decay: Look up, sweet Michal, nor esteem the less Your stained and drooping vines their grapes bow down, Of peeping blooms sprinkled its wealth among! Sequestered nest!—this kingdom, limited Grey crickets and shy lizards and quick spiders, 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 Some great success! Ah see, the sun sinks broad |