Wagner
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ut for a poodle, whom his instinct servesHis master’s track to find once more. FaustDost mark how round us, with wide spiral curves,He wheels, each circle closer than before?And, if I err not, he appears to meA line of fire upon his track to leave.WagnerNaught but a poodle black of hue I see;Tis some illusion doth your sight deceive.FaustMethinks a magic coil our feet around,He for a future snare doth lightly spread.WagnerAround us as in doubt I see him shyly bound,Since he two strangers seeth in his master’s stead.Faust The circle narrows, he’s already near! WagnerA dog dost see, no spectre have we here;He growls, doubts, lays him on his belly, too,And wags his tail—as dogs are wont to do.Faust Come hither, Sirrah! join our company! 52
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