Lady of amourous, swooning lilies,
Lady of languishing, faded lilies,
Sad with eyes of belladonna.
Lady of dreams of royal roses,
Lady of sombre, nuptial roses,
Frail as a madonna—
Lady of heaven and rapture,
Lady of ecstacy and renouncement,
Chaste far-off star.
Lady of hell, thy sullen smile,
Lady of the devil, a kiss of thy mouth,
Is the fire of evil fountains,
And I burn if I touch thee.
Methinks, my soul, thou art a garden.
Of the lady that has passed away.
HELEN
(Faust's laboratory at Wittenberg)
From the evolved ages I have reascended the stream and, with a heart intoxicated by sublime designs, deserted the Hades and holy shades where the soul is steeped in an ineffable calm.