The Poems of Goethe - Translated in the original metres by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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'Neath the moon's soft ray,
And her awful light around me breaking, Musing there I lay. And I dream'd of hours with joy o'erflowing, Golden, truly blest, While thine image so beloved was glowing Deep within my breast. Now to the card-table hast thou bound me, 'Midst the torches glare? Whilst unhappy faces are around me, Dost thou hold me there? Spring-flow'rs are to me more rapture-giving, Now conceal'd from view; Where thou, angel, art, is Nature living, Love and kindness too. 1775. ----- MAY SONG. |
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