1. Goethe's Faust: A Picture of his Esoteric World Conception

> Who round this head in airy circles hover, > Yourselves in guise of noble Elves discover! > The fierce convulsions of his heart compose; > Remove the burning barbs of his remorses, > And cleanse his being from the suffered woes! > Four pauses makes the Night upon her courses, > And now, delay not, let them kindly close! > First on the coolest pillow let him slumber, > Then sprinkle him with Lethe's drowsy spray! > His limbs no more shall cramps and chills encumber, > When sleep has made him strong to meet the day. > Perform, ye Elves, your fairest rite: > Restore him to the holy Light!