from market to market to buy a ruby

[Terrance]

Fausto I

    Both nuns and mothers worship images,
    But those the candles light are not as those
    That animate a mother's reveries,
    But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
    And yet they too break hearts - O presences
    That passion, piety or affection knows,
    And that all heavenly glory symbolise -
    O self-born mockers of man's enterprise;


    Fausto II

    Labour is blossoming or dancing where
    The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
    Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
    Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
    O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
    Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
    O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
    How can we know the dancer from the dance? 


Fausto III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Fausto IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy emperor awake;
Or set upon the golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Fausto V

"Je suis ne. Being Born."
"One Paola, one girl: a single given heart, whole mind at
peace."
"Like any other wife."
"I will sit in Norfolk, faithful, and spin."

I know this super highway 
this bright familiar sun
I guess that I'm the Fortunate one
who spins this woman's sea song from this American shore 
you think you've heard this one before

the danger on the rock is in the past 
still I am tied to Golgatha's mast
could it be that I have found my home at last? 
Home at last?