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To see me thou dost breathe thine invocation,

My voice to hear, to gaze upon my brow;

Me doth thy strong entreaty bow—

Lo! I am here!—What cowering agitation

Grasps thee, the demigod! Where's now the soul's deep cry?

Where is the breast, which in its depths a world conceiv'd,

And bore and cherished? which, with ecstasy,

To rank itself with us, the spirits, heaved?

Where art thou, Faust? Whose voice heard I resound

Who toward me press'd with energy profound?

Art thou he? Thou—who by my breath art blighted,

Who, in his spirit's depths affrighted,

Trembles, a crush'd and writhing worm!