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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.
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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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