The Sense of the Ineffable

And I am seized by long forgotten yearning

For that kingdom of spirits, still and grave;

To flowing song I see my feelings turning,

As from aeolian harps, wave upon wave;

A shudder grips me, tear on tear falls burning,

Soft grows my heart, once so severe and brave;

What I possess, seems far away to me,

And what is gone becomes reality.

                       

                                 --Goethe, Faust