Air of Faust

Thou sweet twilight, be welcome! Thee greet I from my heart. Thou softly fillst this place, to chaste repose set apart, Wherein I feel a vision kiss my fevered brow, like the balmy breath of early morning. Sure, ’tis love, sure, ’tis love, inspires me. Oh, how I feel my cares take wings and fly away! How dear to me this silence. How joyously I breathe this pure air! O youthful maiden, my sweet enslaver! How I love thee, O earthly angel! What awful joy this moment, this moment swells my heart! With what ecstasy I gaze on thy maidenly couch! How sweet the air of this chamber! O God, O God! after long years of torture, What joy is mine! O God! O God! after long years of torture, What joy is mine!