Paracelsus.
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To be performed for you—say on; if night
Be spent the while, the better: Recall how oft
My wondrous plans, and dreams, and hopes, and fears,
Have—never wearied you . . . oh, no! . . . as I
Recall, and never vividly as now,
Your true affection, born when Einsiedeln
And its green hills were all the world to us,
And still increasing to this night, which ends
My further stay at Würzburg . . . Oh you shall
Be very proud on day! . . . say on, dear friend;
Talk volumes, I shall still be in arrear.
Be spent the while, the better: Recall how oft
My wondrous plans, and dreams, and hopes, and fears,
Have—never wearied you . . . oh, no! . . . as I
Recall, and never vividly as now,
Your true affection, born when Einsiedeln
And its green hills were all the world to us,
And still increasing to this night, which ends
My further stay at Würzburg . . . Oh you shall
Be very proud on day! . . . say on, dear friend;
Talk volumes, I shall still be in arrear.
Fest.In truth? 'Tis for my proper peace, indeed,
Rather than yours—for vain it looks to seek
To stay your course—the last hopes I conceived
Are fading even now. Old story tell
Of some far embassy despatch'd to win
The favour of an eastern king, and how
The gifts it proffer'd were but dazzling dust
Shed from the ore-beds native to his clime;
Just so, the value of repose and love,
I meant should tempt you, better far than I
Rather than yours—for vain it looks to seek
To stay your course—the last hopes I conceived
Are fading even now. Old story tell
Of some far embassy despatch'd to win
The favour of an eastern king, and how
The gifts it proffer'd were but dazzling dust
Shed from the ore-beds native to his clime;
Just so, the value of repose and love,
I meant should tempt you, better far than I
