I feel it, spirit, prayer-compell'd, 'tis thou
Art hovering near!
Unveil thyself!
Ha! How my heart is riven now!
Each sense, with eager palpitation,
Is strain'd to catch some new sensation!
I feel my heart surrender'd unto thee!
Thou must! Thou must! Though life should be the fee!
(He seizes the book, and pronounces mysteriously the sign
of the spirit. A ruddy flame flashes up; the spirit appears in the
flame.)

SPIRIT

Who calls me?
FAUST (turning aside)
Dreadful shape!

SPIRIT

With might, thou hast compelled me to appear,
Long hast been sucking at my sphere,
And now--

FAUST

Woe's me! I cannot bear the sight!

SPIRIT