Let sun and moon be at your call,
And scatter stars on stars around;
Let water, fire, and rocky wall,
And bird and beast and fish abound.
Thus in your narrow booth mete forth
The wide creation’s flaming girth,
And wing your progress, pondered well,
From heaven to earth, from earth to hell.
PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN.
The Lord—The Heavenly Hosts: afterwards Mephistopheles.