Faust monologue (Act 7) — Faust: A Tragedy

Thou know'st but the one impulse--it is well! Tempt not the yearning that divides the heart. Two souls, alas! within my bosom dwell! This strives from that with adverse strain to part. The one, bound fast by stubborn might of love, To this low earth with grappling organs clings; The other spurns the clod, and soars on wings To join a nobler ancestry above. Oh! be there spirits in the air, 'Twixt earth and heaven that float with potent sway, Drop from your sphere of golden-glowing day, And waft me hence new varied life to share! Might I but own a mantle's fold enchanted, To climes remote to bear me on its wing, More than the costliest raiment I should vaunt it, More than the purple robe that clothes a king.