Werner.
Come, then, I too must see them, tho' it cost
Me years of pain to gaze but for a moment.
Spirit.
'Twere harder now to find Eve's' buried dust,
Than to declare who has inherited
The largest portion of her prying spirit.
(Sings.)
Where Pain keepeth vigil
With Sorrow and Care,
And Horror sits watching
By dull-eyed Despair,--
Where the Spirit accurst
Maketh moan in its wo,
Thy wishes direct us,
And thither we go.
[Exeunt.
ACT III.
Scene I. Near the place of the damned. Enter Werner and Spirit.
Werner.
What piercing, stunning sounds assail my ear!
Wild shrieks and wrathful curses, groans and prayers,
A chaos of all cries! making the space
Through which they penetrate to flutter like
The heart of a trapped hare,--are revelling round us.
Unlike the gloomy realm we just have quitted,
Silent and solemn, all is restless here,
All wears the ashy hue of agony.
Above us bends a black and starless vault,
Which ever echoes back the fearful voices
That rise from the abodes of wo beneath.
Around us grim-browed desolation broods,
While, far below, a sea of pale gray clouds,
Like to an ocean tempest beaten, boils.
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