The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries…
“ WAGNER Naught but a poodle black of hue I see; 'Tis some illusion doth your sight deceive.FAUST Methinks a magic coil our feet around, He for a future snare doth lightly spread.WAGNER Around 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!WAGNER A 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!WAGNER A very poodle, he appears to be! Thou standest still, for thee he'll wait ”
