From earth my spirit
Still upward presses;
Let go my hands now,
Let go my tresses,
Let go my garments,
Mine every one!
HELENA
To whom, bethink thee,
Now thou pertainest!
Think how it grieves us
When thou disdainest
Mine, thine, and his,—the all
That hath been won.
CHORUS
Soon shall, I fear me,
The bond be undone!
HELENA and FAUST
Curb for thy parents' sake,
To us returning,
Curb thy importunate
Passionate yearning!
Make thou the rural plain
Tranquil and bright.
EUPHORION
But to content you
Stay I my flight.
(Winding among the CHORUS and drawing them forth to dance)