Scene XII
The preceding. Marguerite.
Mar. He loves me! Wildly beats my heart!
The night-bird’s song,
The evening breeze,
All nature’s sounds together say,
“He loves thee!”
Ah! sweet, sweet indeed
Now is this life to me!
Another world it seems;
The very ecstasy of love is this!
With to-morrow’s dawn,
Haste thee, oh dear one,
Haste thee to return! Yes, come!
Faust. (rushing to the window, and grasping her hand).
Marguerite!
Mar. Ah!
Mep. (mockingly).
Ho! ho!
(Marguerite, overcome, allows her head to fall on Faust’s shoulder. Mephistopheles opens the door of the garden, and departs, laughing derisively. The curtain falls.)