Gott.Ay, for it came from thee!
It lives for thee, and it will die with thee!
Gretchen, my dearly loved——
Gret.Oh, Gottfried! Gottfried!
Gott. For many a year, at home and far away,
I’ve had thee at my heart, but did not dare
To speak to thee of love. Misjudge me not—
I do not blush that I have loved thee, Gretchen.
God sent such truth and virgin innocence
To teach rough men how holy love may be.