Where are thy
thoughts?
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe
_Margery_. My brother! This is hell to me!
_Valentine_. I tell thee, let these weak tears be!
When thy last hold of honor broke,
Thou gav'st my heart the heaviest stroke.
I'm going home now through the grave
To God, a soldier and a brave.
[_Dies_. ]
CATHEDRAL.
_Service, Organ, and Singing. _
[MARGERY _amidst a crowd of people. _ EVIL SPIRIT _behind_ MARGERY. ]
_Evil Spirit_. How different was it with thee, Margy,
When, innocent and artless,
Thou cam'st here to the altar,
From the well-thumbed little prayer-book,
Petitions lisping,
Half full of child's play,
Half full of Heaven!
Margy!
Where are thy thoughts?
What crime is buried
Deep within thy heart?
Prayest thou haply for thy mother, who
Slept over into long, long pain, on thy account?
Whose blood upon thy threshold lies?
--And stirs there not, already
Beneath thy heart a life
Tormenting itself and thee
With bodings of its coming hour?
_Margery_. Woe! Woe!
Could I rid me of the thoughts,
Still through my brain backward and forward flitting,
Against my will!
_Chorus_. Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla.
[_Organ plays_. ]
_Evil Spirit_. Wrath smites thee!
Hark! the trumpet sounds!
