Farewell!
The hand of death is heavy on my heart,
The little lamp of life is dying out.
It matters not—the dreary Night is past,
And Daylight is at hand!
[She raises her hands towards the rising sun, which is seen through the window. Her hand falls slowly and she dies, as the light at her head goes out, and the sky is filled with the splendour of the coming day. Anselm, consoling Faustus, raises his crucifix in the air. Mephisto, at door, cowers before it. During Gretchen’s speech, the music of an organ is heard faintly; it swells into a loud peal as Gretchen dies.