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And so I turn, the sun upon my shoulders, To watch the water-fall, with heart elate, The cateract pouring, crashing from the boulders. Split and rejoined a thousand times in spate ; The thunderous water seethes om fleecy spume, Lifted on high in many a flying plume, Above the spray-drenched air. And then how splendid To see the rainbow rising from this rage, Now clear, now dimmed. in cool sweet vapour blended. So strive the figures on our mortal stage.
Faust
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
