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Loose me! in this frame residing,

Burns a spirit's strength and might;

Strong as thine, our will presiding

Swerveth not with purpose light.

Thinkest, on thy strength relying,

That thou hast me in a strait?

Hold me, fool! thy strength defying,

For my sport, I'll scorch thee yet!

[She flames up and flashes into the air.]

Follow where light breezes wander,

Follow to rude caverns yonder,

Strive thy vanish'd prey to net!

EUPHORION (shaking off the last flames)

Rocks all around I see,

Thickets and woods among!

Why should they prison me?

Still am I fresh and young.

Tempests, they loudly roar,

Billows, they lash the shore;

Both far away I hear;

Would I were near!

[He springs higher up the rock.]

HELENA, FAUST, and CHORUS

Wouldst thou chamois-like aspire?

Us thy threaten'd fall dismays!