Faust

You’ll ne’er attain it, save you know the feeling, Save from the soul it rises clear, Serene in primal strength, compelling The hearts and minds of all who hear. You sit forever gluing, patching; You cook the scraps from others’ fare; And from your heap of ashes hatching A starveling flame, ye blow it bare! Take children’s, monkeys’ gaze admiring, If such your taste, and be content; But ne’er from heart to heart you’ll speak inspiring, Save your own heart is eloquent!