is grateful for the veil of evening as an elderly woman
Here there is no repose to - day. Another dance begins; we'll join it, come
Once a fair vision came to me; There in I saw an apple - tree, Two beauteous
apples charmed mine eyes; I climb'd forthwith to reach the prize.
Apples still fondly ye desire, From paradise it hath been so. Feelings of joy
my breast inspire That such too in my garden grow.
Mephistopheles (with the old one)
Once a weird vision came to me; Therein I saw a rifted tree. It had a . . . . . . ;
But as it was it pleased me too.