English poem
Faust
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
O tremble not! but let this look, Let this warm clasp of hands declare thee What is unspeakable! To yield one wholly, and to feel a rapture In yielding, that must be eternal! Eternal!—for the end would be despair. No, no,—no ending! no ending!
MARTHA (coming forward)
The night is falling.