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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIZARD'S APPRENTICE, by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE Poet's Biography First Line: Now old wizard has at last Last Line: "spirits for the master's use!" | |||
Now old wizard has at last Left me here and gone away! And his spirit-minions fast My commands shall now obey. Master's words I know, All he used to do. By my wit I'll show I can conjure too. Water flow, And profuse, For good use, Bubbling pour, Till the foaming basin grow Richer, fuller evermore. Come, old broom and don your rag! All my wishes now fulfill: Thou hast long time been a fag; Rise and stir and do my will! Stand on two legs--so! Head shall grow on top! Get me water, go! Take your pail and hop! Water flow, And profuse, For good use, Bubbling pour, Till the foaming basin grow Richer, fuller evermore. Lo, he runs and now indeed He has reached the river's shore, And returns with lightning speed, Water from his pail to pour. Now he's done it twice: How the basin swells! Dishes in a trice Look like water-wells! Stay, stand still! Of thy store I have more Than my fill! Ah, now I begin to know: I forgot the word! Oh, woe! Word that makes him be at last What he was inside the room! Ah, he fills the bucket fast! Wert thou but the old, old broom! More and more he brings, Still new torrents gush! Over me he flings Rivers with their rush. I will bear This no longer: Hold--I'm stronger! Treachery! Now I feel a creeping scare! Ah, what mien, what looks I see! Oh, thou vilest child of hell! Wouldst thou have the whole house drowned? Mighty streams of water swell, Over every threshold bound. Oh, the broom accursed Will not heed my will! Stick thou wast at first-- Once again stand still! Will he never Do what's told him? I will hold him, And endeavour Fast to split the bad old wood With my hatchet sharp and good. There he comes, still burdened so! On thee now I'll cast my weight: Fiend, thou shalt be lying low, On thy wood the axe shall grate! Good! I've done the deed! Lo, he's cut in twain! I can hope, and freed I can breathe again! Woe! What plight! Now each part Up doth start, And upright Stand two servants in my sight! Help me, oh, some higher might! And they run! Now more and more Deluge swallows stairs and hall. Endless streams of water pour. Lord and master! Hear me call! There's the master!--Pray, Help, sir! I'm appalled! Spirits I have called I can't drive away. "In the room's Corner, brooms! There you were. You shall stir Only when I let you loose, Spirits for the master's use!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE A LEGACY by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE A VOICE FROM THE INVISIBLE WORLD by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ARABIAN BALLAD by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE BALLAD OF THE HARPER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE CHORUS OF ANGELS, FROM FAUST by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE |
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