yonder,
something
shines with quite peculiar glare,
And draws me to those bushes mazy.
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
or we are parted in two winks.
Where art thou?
_Faust_ [_in the distance_]. Here!
_Mephistopheles_. What! carried off already?
Then I must use my house-right.--Steady!
Room! Squire Voland[36] comes. Sweet people, Clear the ground!
Here, Doctor, grasp my arm! and, at a single bound;
Let us escape, while yet 'tis easy;
E'en for the like of me they're far too crazy.
See!
yonder,
something
shines with quite peculiar glare,
And draws me to those bushes mazy.
Come! come! and let us slip in there.
_Faust_. All-contradicting sprite! To follow thee I'm fated.
But I must say, thy plan was very bright!
We seek the Brocken here, on the Walpurgis night,
Then hold ourselves, when here, completely isolated!
_Mephistopheles_. What motley flames light up the heather!
A merry club is met together,
In a small group one's not alone.
_Faust_. I'd rather be up there, I own!
See! curling smoke and flames right blue!
