In The Garden
for annie by beq
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[She pulls off the petals and murmurs.]
Faust. What are you murmuring?
Margaret [half aloud]. He loves me – loves me not!
Faust. Sweet, heavenly vision!
Margaret [goes on]. Loves me – not – loves me – not-[Plucking off the last petal with lovely joy.]
He loves me!
Faust. Yes, my child! and let this blossom’s word
Be oracle of gods to you! He loves you!
You understand that word and what it means? He loves you![He seizes both her hands.]
Margaret. I’m all a-tremble!
Faust. Oh, shudder not! But let this look,
Let this hand-pressure say to you
What is unspeakable:
To give one’s self up wholly and to feel
A rapture that must be eternal!
Eternal! – for its end would be despair.
No! no end! no end!J.W. v.Goethe, Faust, Martha’s Garden