Then we the witch must summon after all.
The man who comes with thee, I hate, Yea, in my spirit's inmost depthsabhor; As his loath'd visage, in my life before, Naught to my heart e'er gave apang so great.
'Twas all delusion, cheat and lie.
Ay, sing, sing on, praise her with all thy might! My turn to laugh will comesome day. Me hath she jilted once, you the same trick she'll play. Somegnome her lover be! where cross - roads meet,}
Weathercock (towards the other side)
If o'er my soul the tone familiar, stealing, Drew me from harrowing thought'sbewild'ring maze, Touching the ling'ring chords of childlike feeling, With sweetharmonies of happier days: So curse I all, around the soul that windeth Itsmagic and alluring spell, And with delusive flattery bindeth Its victim to thisdreary cell! Curs'd before all things be the high opinion, Wherewith the spiritgirds itself around! Of shows delusive curs'd be the dominion, Within whosemocking sphere our sense is bound! Accurs'd of dreams the treacherouswiles, The cheat of glory, deathless fame! Accurs'd what each as propertybeguiles, Wife, child, slave, plough, whate'er its name! Accurs'd be mammon,when with treasure He doth to daring deeds incite: Or when to steep the soulin pleasure, He spreads the couch of soft delight! Curs'd be the grape'sbalsamic juice! Accurs'd love's dream, of joys the first! Accurs'd be hope!accurs'd be faith! And more than all, be patience curs'd!Chorus of Spirits (invisible)
Where the four winds have blown it, who can say? In Naples as he stroll'd, astranger there, A comely maid took pity on my friend; And gave such tokensof her love and care, That he retained them to his blessed end.Martha
Evening - A Small And Neat Room