Hold, or blows shall rain on you!
Still to watch on I had been well content, Thus to converse so learnedly withyou. But as to - morrow will be Easter - day, Some further questions grant, Ipray; With diligence to study still I fondly cling; Already I know much, butwould know everything.
Come with us, come with us from Felsensee.}
Protophantasmist, Servibilis, Monkeys, Spirits,Journeymen,
Ah, rich in sorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eyemy misery! The sword in thy pierced heart, Thou dost with bitter smart, Gazeupwards on thy Son's death agony. To the dear God on high, Ascends thypiteous sigh, Pleading for his and thy sore misery. Ah, who can know Thetorturing woe, The pangs that rack me to the bone? How my poor heart,without relief, Trembles and throbs, its yearning grief Thou knowest, thoualone! Ah, wheresoe'er I go, With woe, with woe, with woe, My anguish'dbreast is aching! When all alone I creep, I weep, I weep, I weep, Alas! myheart is breaking! The flower-pots at my window Were wet with tears ofmine, The while I pluck'd these blossoms, At dawn to deck thy shrine! Whenearly in my chamber Shone bright the rising morn, I sat there on my pallet, Myheart with anguish torn. Help! from disgrace and death deliver me! Ah! rich insorrow, thou, Stoop thy maternal brow, And mark with pitying eye mymisery!
(She puts them on and steps before the glass.)Were but the ear - rings only mine! Thus one has quite another air. Whatboots it to be young and fair? It doubtless may be very fine; But then, alas,none cares for you, And praise sounds half like pity too. Gold all doth lure,Gold doth secure All things. Alas, we poor!
Flowing Wines - Visionary Scenes