Goethe, Who yearns for the impossible I love

From Faust part II, Translated by G. Madison Priest

Manto.

Are you still roaming, never weary?

Chiron.

Well, you abide in stillness eerie,
The while I circle joyously.

Manto.

I wait here, time encircles me.
And this man?

Chiron.

Him hath this ill-fated night
Caught in its whirl and brought here to your sight.
Helena, go his wits a-spinning,
Helena he has dreams of winning,
But knows no way to make beginning,
Most worthy, Aesculapian cure to prove.

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