THE SONG OF MELANCHOLY 435
Zarathustra thus it seemeth often unto me for the sake of mine evil spirit.
But even now he attacketh me and constraineth me, this spirit of melancholy, this devil of the evening. And, verily, ye higher men, he longeth
Open your eyes in astonishment ! he longeth, to appear naked, whether masculine, or feminine, I know not yet. But he cometh, he constraineth me, alas ! Open your senses !
The sound of the day dieth away. Unto all things
now cometh the evening, even unto the best things.
Listen now and look, ye higher men, what devil he
is, this spirit of evening melancholy, whether man or woman ! "
Thus spake the old wizard, looked round cunningly, and then seized his harp.
��" When the air hath become clear, When the comfort of the dew Gusheth down upon earth, Unseen, unheard, (For tender shoes are worn By the dew, the comforter, as by all who shed mild
comfort) Rememberest thou, then, rememberest thou, O hot
heart,
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