1. The Problem of Faust
> “Now field and mead have I forsaken, > Which night enshroudeth, deep and still, > In us the better soul doth waken, > with a presaging, holy thrill. > Now stress of deed and storm of yearning > Sleep, at her all-compelling nod; > The love of man now bright is burning, > and burning bright the love of God.”
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