Mephisto Walz

Again you come he hovering forms
I find as early to my clouded sight ye shone
Shall I attempt this once to seize and bind ye
Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown
Are we still standing
Or if further we're ascending
You crowd more near then be the reign assigned ye
And sway me from your misty shadow zone
My bosom thrills with youthful passion shaken
From magic airs that round your march awaken
All is turning...
Trees and rocks with grinning faces