Our Lady of Troy
21
A fallen leaf of dusk the riding moon
Of your adoring shakes upon the grass.
Lo! I am she ye seek in every maid
Ye love and leave again. I am desire
Of woman that no man may slake in woman.
This thing am I,—a rose the world has dreamed.
[She vanishes.]
[There is a long silence. Far off the storm moans again. In the darkness comes the voice of Faustus.]
Faustus
'A rose the world has dreamed';—and I, I stood
Peak-high in those grey mountains of my mind
And saw all truth, all science, all the laws
Spread out beneath my feet. I sold all things
To know that all I knew was all the world
Of knowledge; and I bought—why, nothing then,—
Or only this at last—a space to know
That out beyond my farthest reach of thought
All knowledge shines—a radiance of stars.
