In phantasy, imagination, all The affluence of my soul-which one day was And live-and live for ever. Must wake the dead, or lay me low with them. Do so-in any shape-in any hour With any torture-so it be the last. WITCH. That is not in my province; but if thou Wilt swear obedience to my will, and do My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes. MAN. I will not swear-Obey! and whom? the spirits Whose presence I command, and be the slave Of those who served me-Never! WITCH. Is this all? Hast thou no gentler answer?-Yet bethink thee, And pause ere thou rejectest. ΜΑΝ. I have said it. WITCH. Enough!-I may retire then-say! ΜΑΝ. Retire! [The WITCH disappears. MAN. (alone.) We are the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die. In all the days of this detested yoke This vital weight upon the struggling heart, Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain, Or joy that ends in agony or faintness— In all the days of past and future, for In life there is no present, we can number That which he loved, unknowing what he slew, The Phyxian Jove, and in Phigalia roused The indignant shadow to depose her wrath, If I had never lived, that which I love And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart, But I can act even what I most abhor, And champion human fears.-The night approaches. SCENE III. [Exit. The Summit of the Jungfrau Mountain. Enter FIRST DESTINY. The moon is rising broad, and round, and bright; And here on snows, where never human foot And leave no traces; o'er the savage sea, |