The Poems of Goethe - Translated in the original metres by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Yet my ears are ever greeted
With that olden, blissful tone, So la, la! &c. 1791. ----- PRESERVATION. My maiden she proved false to me; To hate all joys I soon began, Then to a flowing stream I ran,-- The stream ran past me hastily. There stood I fix'd, in mute despair; My head swam round as in a dream; I well-nigh fell into the stream, And earth seem'd with me whirling there. Sudden I heard a voice that cried-- I had just turn'd my face from thence-- It was a voice to charm each sense: "Beware, for deep is yonder tide!" |
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