I am going to listen to what the Poets say.

The swallows never would tell me anything; but now I shall know as much as they know.

Are you not glad for me, O Sun ?" The Sun came over the trees, and heard and said nothing.

If he had answered at all he must have said,-- "The only time when a human soul is either wise or happy is in that one single moment when the hour of my own shining or of the moon's beaming seems to that single soul to be past and present and future, to be at once the creation and the end of all things.

Faust knew that; so will you." But the Sun shone on and held his peace.