Faust

'uncertain shapes, visitors from the past
at whom i darkly gazed so long ago,
my heart's mad fleeting visions - now at last
shall i embrace you, must i let you go?
again you haunt me: come then, hold me fast!
out of the mist and murk you rise, who so
besiege me, and with magic breath restore
stirring my soul, lost youth to me once more.'

-1- dedication, "Faust". Goethe