All hath been achieved. For ever
I am thine, and mine thou art,
Blent our beings are—oh never
May our present joy depart!
CHORUS
Many a year of purest pleasure,
In the mild light of their boy,
Crowns this pair in richest measure.
Me their union thrills with joy!
EUPHORION
Now let me gambol,
Joyfully springing!
Upward to hasten
Through ether winging,
This wakes my yearning,
This prompts me now!
FAUST
Gently! son, gently!
Be not so daring!
Lest ruin seize thee
Past all repairing,
And our own darling
Whelm us in woe!
EUPHORION
From earth my spirit
Still upward presses;
Let go my hands now,
Let go my tresses,
Let go my garments,
Mine every one!
HELENA
To whom, bethink thee,
Now thou pertainest!
Think how it grieves us
When thou disdainest
Mine, thine, and his,—the all
That hath been won.
CHORUS
Soon shall, I fear me,
The bond be undone!
HELENA and FAUST
Curb for thy parents’ sake,
To us returning,
Curb thy importunate
Passionate yearning!
Make thou the rural plain
Tranquil and bright.
EUPHORION
But to content you
Stay I my flight.
(Winding among the CHORUS and drawing them forth to dance)
Round this gay troop I flee
With impulse light.
Say is the melody,
Say is the movement right?
HELENA
Yea, ’tis well done; advance,
Lead to the graceful dance
These maidens coy!
FAUST
Could I the end but see!
Me this mad revelry
Fills with annoy.
EUPHORION and the CHORUS
(Dancing and singing, they move about in interweaving lines)
Moving thine arms so fair
With graceful motion,
Tossing thy curling hair
In bright commotion;
When thou with foot so light
Over the earth doth skim,
Thither and back in flight,
Moving each graceful limb;
Thou hast attained thy goal,
Beautiful child,
All hearts thou hast beguiled,
Won every soul. [Pause.]
EUPHORION
Gracefully sporting,
Light-footed roes,
New frolic courting
Scorn ye repose:
I am the hunter,
Ye are the game.
CHORUS
Us wilt thou capture,
Urge not thy pace;
For it were rapture
Thee to embrace,
Beautiful creature,
This our sole aim!