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A Innn ...... :m .. dartim ; : 1 ; : ...... m~~ .. Autom ...... m ...... m ...... 11 ...... m ...... Arwp *: ...... m ...... !m ...... Bwhg...... m ...... AU~UR ...... B4 .I ...... B-...... m ...... Mafin ...... m ...... AImn ...... m 1 ...... Jmtita ...... m ...... q&uN ...... !m ...... Anrfin ...... w!n ...... %ln# ...... a26 ...... m ...... m ...... M ' m. At once, ae though the Bun were etruggling through, Within the miet a suddcn radiance started ; Æere eunk the vapor, but to riee anew, There on the peak, and upland forest parted. .I L.. i.. I_--* %_i...... i.__...... _...... 1 2 POEMS OF GOETFIE. POEMS OF GOET€IE. B Ob, how I panted for the firat clear gleaming, Ah ! I had many comrades whilst I wandered - Made by the gloom it banished doubly bright I I ktlow thee now, and stand almost alone: It came not, but a lo round mebeaming, I veil th light, too precious to be EqUand-d, And I stood blinfd?y the gush of light. And stare the inward joy I feel with none.” IV. W. A moment, and I felt enforced to look, Smiling, she said -“Thou eeest ‘twaw wiae from thee By some strange impulse of the heart’s emotion; To keep the fuller, pater revelation: . Bat more than one qumk glance T scarce could brook, Soaice art thou from potes ue delusions free, For all waa burning like a molten ocean. Scarce lnnster of thy ohi18 ish first sensation ; There, in the glorious clouds that seemed to bear her, Yet deem’et thyself EO far above thy brothers, A form angelic hovered in the air; That thou hast won the riwht to ECO~P then1 I Cease. Ne’er did my eyes behold a vision fairer, Who lndo the yawning e;#’twixt thee and others? And still shcgazed upon me, floating there. &ow - knowthyself --live with the world in peace.)’ V. Ix. Dostthou not know me ?” and her voice was soft 6‘ Forgive me! ” I exclaimed, “I meant no ill, i As truthful love, and holy calm it sounded. Else shonld in vain my eyes be disenchanted ; U Know’st thou not me, who many a time and oft Within my blood them Rtim a genial will- Poured balsam in thy hurtswhen sorest wounded? I know the worth of all that thou hast Ah, well thou knowest her, to whom forever .That boon I hold in tnlst for othrva inerermtea. y, Thy heart in union pants to be. allied I Nor shall I let it rust within the ground ; Eave I not seen the tcam -the wild endeavor IV11 sought I out the pathway so ancerely, That even in boyhood brought me ta thy side P” dnot ta guide my brothers to thebound P” VI. X. U Yes ! I have felt thy inflnenoe oft,” I cried, And aw I ßpoke, upon her radiaut face And sank on earth before ber, half-adoring ; Passed a ßweet smile, like breath across a mirror, 6‘ Thou Irought’st mo rest when passion’e lova tide And in her cyed bright meaning I could trace Thro’ m young veins like liquid fire was pouring. What T Idanswered well, and what in error. And thou iaet fanned, as with celeRtial pinions, She Rmiletl, tlud then m heart regained its light’ncss, In eummer’r heat, my parchcd andfevered brow ; And bounded in &eaet with raturc high : Qav’st me the choicest gdts of earth’s dominlons, Then duretI pmwit 7 ]ill her ZOIN of [rightness, hd,save through thee, I seek no fortune now. And gam upon her with unquailing eye. m. XI. U I name thee not, but I bave heard thee named, htraightway she stretched her hand anlong the thin And head thee styled their own ere now by many; And watery 11me thnt ro~rnrl llcr prelrcncc llovcred; All eyes believe at thee their glance is aimed, Siowl it coiled ~d sllrunk lmgrmp within, Though thine ehlgence is too opeat for my. An ilo ! the Iandscapc lay OIICO more uncovered - 4 POEMS OF GOETHE. PO’EIKfl. OF GOETEE. 6 A in mine eye could scan the sparkling mcadow, ylooked to heaven, and all was clear and bright ; To THE KIND READER. I amher hold a veil without a shadow, That undulnted round her in the light. No one talks more than a poet; Fain he’d have the people know it, m. Praiae or blame he ever loves ; None in rose confese an error, (6 I know thee I -all thy weakness, all that yet Of good within thee lives and glowe, I‘ve measured Yet we Bo EO,void of terror, She esid -her voice I never may forget - In the Muses’ dent groves. ((Accept the gift that long for thee was treasured. Oh1 happ he, thrice-blessed in earth and heaven, What I e~~edin, what corrected, Who t aies this gift with soul serene and true, What I suffered, what &d, The veil of song, by Truth’s own fingers given, To this wreath a~ flowers be1on.g; Enwoven of sunllhine and the morning dew. Forthe aged and the outhful, . And the vicious and tE e truthful, All are fair when viewed in wng, W. Wave butthis veil on high, whene’er beneath The noonday fervor thou and thine RN! low+g, And fr ance of all flowers mound shall 5 reathe, And Tt e cool winds of eve come freahly blowing. Earth’s carea shall cease for thee, and al Its riot ; BOUND, SWEET SONG. Where gloomed the grave, a starry couch be scen; The waves of life shall sink in halcyon quiet; Somq sweet song, from some far land, The daye be lovely fair, the nights sereno.” S’ hing softly dose athand, %ow of joy, and now of woe! XIV. Stara are wont to glimmer EO. Come then, my friends, and whether ’neath the load Sooner thus will good unfold ; Of heavy griefs ye struggle on, or whether Children oang and children old Your better destiny shall strew the road Gladly Kear thy numbers flow. With flowers, and ’golden fruita that cannot wither, United let UE move, still forward striving; so while we livc shall joy our days illume, And in our children’s hearts our love survivin Shall gladden them, when we are in the tom%. THE MODERN AMADIS. .d. Ma THEY kept me pardod dom, while yet A little tiny elf, sat, and did beget AndA W7? rld withill myself, All I cared to Bee. 6 POEW OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETHE. 7 Golden fancithen unfurled Each one of my friend8 then sat Endless Rights to mo, BY his mistreaa dear; And a gallant knight I grew ; Cu ~d,blowing out the torch, Like the Prince Pipi, laid : 6‘ The tape& bere I ” Roamed throughout the world. Then we quickly äent aronnd Many a crystal palace saw, The expwin@rbrand ; Many overthrew ; Each one put It hastily My far4ashing falchion hurled In his neighbor’s hand. Through the dragodsmaw. EIa I then I mae a Inan ! DorilL then gare it me, With a sdngjest; Next I freed in knightly wiee Sudden into flame it bmkg The Princess Pcriban ; By my fingern preesed. Oh, the wonder of her eyes, Smiling, as I wooed hdit sin d mi eye0 and.feoe, Her with hearted sigh0 I Set my ff”reast on fire ; Then above my head the blam Her kise, it waß ambrosial food, Mounted ever bigher. Glowed like noble wine ; With love, oh, I was almost dead I Vain I mught to put it out; A golden haze divino Ever burned the flame; She around her shed. ‘Stead of dying, soon the Fox Livelier still became. Who has tom her from my sight 3 Can no spell delay That dear vision, stay herflight P -c- Where hcrhome, oh, say P And thither, which the way? O’EB the meadows tripped sweet Kitty, On a dew morn in spring, WEEN THE FOX DIES HI8 SKIN COUNTIJ.. Like a lark, ter blithesome ditty Ga ly light1 carolling, WEyoung people in the shade . Lrdla. Sat one sultry da Cupid came, and 6L6iesthe Fox” Lubin, a0 she pued beside him, With us sought to play. @T?red two lambs for a kiss; . R0 lshly awhile she eyedhim, gpped.awa , then ctarolled th& * The name Of O grme known h EnglLh Y Jrck’r digbL“ so la la I Eara~~a 8 POEMS OF GOET=. POEMS OF QOE!CHE. Ribbons red youn Colin proffers, The winds, how they whietle I Robin with his Peart would wile, The steersman is busy- But she mocke at all their offers, Hillieho, hilliGho ! Singing, as she mountsthe stile, We deeh through the billowa- So L la ! Le ralla. Th flaah far behind m- land, boya, again l + h3, THE WILD BOSE. A BOY espied, in morning light, BLINDMAJPS BUFF. A little rosebud blowing; ’Twas so delicate md bright, OH,my Theresa dear ! That he came to feast his sight, Thine eyes I at1 fear And wonder at its growing Can tl1rougri the andage see I Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red, Although thme e es are bound, Hosebud brightly blowing ! By thee I’m uich found, And wherJore douldst thou catch but me? gLIwill gather thee,” -he cried- U Rosebud brightly glowing ! ” Ere long thon held’st me faat, Then 1’11 sting thee,’ 3 replied, With a11310 around me cast, gLAnd od11 qulckly start qside Upon thy breast I fell; dth the prickle glowing.” Scarce was.thv bandage gone, Rosebud, rosebud, rollebud red, When all m ]o waaflown, Rosebud brightly blowing I Thou col& Jdst the blid repd But he plucked it from the lain, H6 yopf on every side, The roaebud brightly.b P owing! His im 0 he sorely tried, It turned and stung him, but in vain- While scoffs arose all round ; He regarded not the pain, If thou no love wilt give, Homeward with It ping, In sadnees I shall live, fbsebud, rosebud, rosebud red, AEif mine eyee remained still bound. Rowbud brightly blowing I THE BREEZE. CHRISTEL. THEmists they are scattered, MY senses ofttimeaare op reseed, The blue sk looks brightly, Oft stagnant is my bloog ; And Eolus r000es But when by Christel’s sight Pm blea The wosrisonle chab ! I fed my strength mewed. LO POEMS OF GOETHE. mms OF QOETHE. 11 I see her here, I Bee her there, And really cannot tell S”EN. The manner how, the when, the wh- THBorraH the wood as I wa~roaming, The why I love her well. There a gentle youth I spied, Pi in . sweet1 in the loamin If with the merest glance I view Gilßthe rocks aroun! replia Her black and roguish e en, so la la! And gaze on her black eye IY)WE too, , My apirit upward flies. And beside him down he drewme Hacl any one a mouth EO sweet, Called me fair, agd kissed me then. Such love-round cheeks aa ehe? ’ 4‘ Pi once more !” I said, and through me Ah, when the eye her brauties meet, , &’d hie music sweet again. It ne’er content can be. So la la! And when in airy German danoe Now my peace is flown, and never I claa her form divine, Comes a smile into mine eye, SO quicP we whirl, EO quick adv.mce, And within my earn for ever what rapture then like mine ! Rings that mu&, and I eigh, And when she’s giddy, and feels warm, I Solala! I cradle her, poor thing, U on my breast, and in mine arm,- l then a very king ! # !’III PRESERVATION. And when she looks with love of me, MY maiden she provcd false to me ; Forgetting all but this, To hate all joys I soon be n When preseed against my bosom, she Then to a flowing stream yrin, -L Exchan ~1 kiss for kiss, The stream ran pa& me hastily. All throuF my marrow runs a thrill, Runa c en m foot along ! There stood I fixed, in mute despair; I feel so well, {feel ao ill, Ny head swam round m in o dream ; I feel EO weak, EO strong! I well-nigh fell into the stream, And carth seernod with me whirling them. Would that such moments ne’er would end I The day ne’er long I find ; Sudden I heard a voice that crid - Could I the night too with her spend, just turned my face from thence- E’en thon I shodd not mind. It am a voice to charm each amse : If she were in mine arms but held, “Beware, for deep is yonder tide !” To quench love’s thirnt I’d try ; 1 And could my torments not bc quell’d, A thrill m blood pervaded now, ’ Upon her brcnet would dic. I I lookeK , and EBW x bnnnteous maid; 7 I asked her nrmc -’twas Rate, Ehe stud - ’ L( Oh, lovely Knte ! how kind art thou I I C.’ --. ’ - _-__ .._ - - ...... - .._... ._ ~ . 12 POEMS OF GOETHE. i POEMS OF QOETHE. 18 “From death I have been saved by thee, ’Tis througl~ theeonly that I livc! ; with ita mota I dug it, Little ’tu-erc life done to ive, bore it a~ it grew, in my plen-plot athome My joy in life then deip tote!” And I planted It anew ; And then i told my sorrows o’er, All in a till and shady place, Her eyes to carth shc sweetly threw; Beside my home so Bear, I kiaaed her, and she kissed me too, And now it thanks me for my pains And -then I talked of death no more. ,4nd blossom dl the year. m - -c RESOLVE. TRE MUSES’ SON. Ow, on ILCIW~ the plains and feel no dread I [Qoc?be %ten the Wnning of thin MI$” in Lie Adobi@y, u ~prensmry manner m which hin poetica dfunhna uned to pour out Whcre not thc! Loldest hatb hmhim. Trod down B path, which thou mny’st safely trod, Make for thyself a path ! THBOUGEfield and wood to stray And pipe my tuneful lay,- Still thou my hcart, dear love ! It will not break ’Tis thus my daysare pawed ; llou’gh bent awhile it bc ; And all keep tunc with me, And if it needs must be, that it shall break, And move on in harmony, It breaks not, love, with thcc. And 80 on, to the Isat. To wait I scarce have The garden’s carliest The troe’s first bloom in spring; TREASURE TROVE. They hail my joyous strain,- When winter eomea again, TRROUGIZ’the forest idly, Of that sweet dream I sing. As my &pa I bent, ’ With arce and happy heart, My mng sounds far andnear, Shging as I went. O’er ice it echoes clear, Then winter blossoms bright ; Cowering in the shade I .And when his blossorns fly, Did a floweret spy, Fresh raFtures meet mine eye, Bright as any star in heaven, Upon the well-tillcd height. Sweet as any eye. . When ’neath the linden trcq Young folks I chance to see, Down to pluck ‘it stooping, . I set them moving soon ; Thto tttc it said, His nose the dull lad curlßy Wherefore lhck mo on1 wither and to fade? The formal mnideu whirls. To l Obedient to my tunc. 14 POEMB OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETEE. l6 Win@ to the feetye lend, O’er hill and vale ye eend IJXE AND LIKE. The lover far from ; home . A FAIE bill-flower When shall I, on your breast, S rau up from the ground, Pc kindly Musee, rest, Antemf its fragrance And ccase at length to roam ? It shedYd1 around ; A bee orne thither And sipped from its bell ;- * That they for cach other RECIPROCAL EWITATION TO THE DANCE. Were made+ we see well. TEE INDIFFERENT. COXEto thedice with me, comc with me, fair one I Dannaes a feastday like this may well crown ; BELF-DFÆEIT. If thou lily swectlleart art not,, thou canst he EO, But if thou wilt not, we still will dmce on. MY neighbor’s curtain, well I SW, Come to thc dacce with mc, come with me, fair one 1 Is rnovin to and fro. Dances a fesllt-day like thie may wdl crown. No doubt E e’s lietening eagerly, If I’m atP home or no, THETENDER. . And if the ‘ealous grudge I bore Luvcd one,.without thee, what thenwould all feasts be? And openjy confeseed ; Sweet one, without thee, what thcn were the dance P IEnomiehcd by mc ne hcfore, If thou my swectllerrt wert not, I wonld drrncc not, Within my lpmost breast. If thou art 1rt.il1BO, all life is onc fcast, Loved onc, without the, what then would the fcast be? Alas ! no fancies snch as these Sacct onc, ailllollt thce, what tkea were the dance P E’er crossed the denr child’s though& THE IXDIFFEREIT. T ECC ’tie but the evening breeze That with the curtain sporta. T,et them but lovc tlltm, and leave ue the dancing ! Languishing lovc cmnot bear the glnd dance. Lat u11whirl round in thc waltz’s gay menlure, And let tiretra steal to the dim-lighted wood. DECLARAmON OF WAE Let thcm but lovc., thea, and leavc ~IEthe dancing? Languiuhing love c:elnot hear the g1d dancc. 011, would I resembled Thc count girls fair, TI1E TESDEB. who rasy-re7 ribbons Let thorn xhirl round, thcn, and leavc 11s to warder I And yellow hats wear! Wand’ring to love is a 11e:lwnly dnncc. Cnpid, the near out!, o’erl~carstheir deriding, To believe I W(LBpretty Vengxmcc tnkcs snïldcnly, vengeance takes soon. I thought allowed ; ht then1 whirl rou~~d,then, and Icare UE to wander! In the town T believed it Wand’ring to love is a heavenly dance. When by the youth vowed. .. _...... - .. ------...- ..--...... -.... .- ...... -- --_ 4 I 16 POEMS OP G0ETU.E .'! POEMIS OF GOETHE. Now that eprin hath returned, i '1 Fit to bear tllec afar! A11 my joye fisappear ; Oh, werc I o steed ! Thc girls of the country :l I Thou wouldst love me indeed. H ave luredHave him from here. i/ I would l wcre gold To change dress and figure, I) !.. ' That th finger might hold I TVae needful I found, If thou 5oughteet aught then, M bodicc is longer, Pd return soon again. kypetticoat round. m I would I were gold That thyfingers might hold I M hat now is ycllow, %y boclicc likc! snow; 4; The clovcr to sickle I would I were true, With others I And m sweetheart still new I go. To be &thful I'd swear, Something pretty, ere lon And would go away ne'er. Midst the troop heexp P ores ; I would I were true, The eagcr boy signs me And my sweetheart still new 1 To go within doors. I would I were old, I bashfully p,- And wrinkled and cold, Who I a.m, ho can't trace; So that if thou said'st No, r He pinchce m cheeks, I could stand such a blow I And he looz 0 in my face. I would I werc old, The town girl now threatens And wrinkled. and cold. You maidcn8 with war ; I An ape I would be, Her twofold charn~spledgee Full of mischievone glee ; Of victory are. If aught came to vex thee, I'd plague and erplex thee. An ape I Wou1x be, Full of mischievous glee. LOVER IN ALL SHAPES. To be like a fish, As o lamb I'd behave, Brisk and quick is my wish ; ARE lion be brave, If tho11 canl'st with th line, As o 1 nx clearly see, Thou wouldst soon ma7: e me thine, As D ox cunning be. To he likc n fish, . As ta lamb I'd behave, Brisk ant1 quick is my wish. As a lion bc brave. Oh, were T a steed ! Whatever I w010, Thon wouldst love me indeed. All on thee I'd confer Oh. were 1 a car With thcdts of a Illinm -. I .- l8 . POEM8 OF GOET=. POEMS OF BOE=. 19 M &&ion evinoe. Then to her lipe the finest thread datever I were, TE by her hand conveyed. AU on tlrse Pd oonfer. Werc Ithere only in its sted, How I would kiss the maid ! As nought ditrrent canmake me, AEI am thou must take me I If Pm not good enough, + Thou must cut thine own st&. ANnought diprent can make me, mWQ?WIN A GAME OF QUESTIONB. AE I am thou must take me! TEE LADY. \ + h the small and great world too, What most oharms a woman’s heart ? !L’HE GOLDSMITH’S APPRENTICE. It is doubtlese what inew, MY neighbor, none c-an e’er deny, For ita blOEEOmE joy impart ; Is a most beauteous maid ; Nobler far is what 18 true, Her shop is ever in mine eye, For freah blorvloms it can shoot When working at my trade. Even in the time of fruit. To ring and chain I hammer then THE YOUNQ QENTLEMAN. The wire of gold asea ed, With thenymphs in wood and cave And think the while ; (&.$or Kate, oh, whe Peris waa acquainted well, 1 Will euch B ring be made P” Till Zens sent, ta make him rave, Three of those in Heaven who dwell; And when she takes her shutter0 down, hdthe choioe more trouble gave Her shop at once invade, l’han e’er fell to mortal lot, To buy and haggle, all the town, Whether in old times or not. For all that’e them displayed. TEE EXPEEIENCED. I file, and ma be overfile The wire o7 gold assayed, Tenderly a woman view, M master grunibles all the while,- And thon’lt win her, take my wnrd %er shop the mischief made. He who’s quick and mua too, Will of all men be referred; To ply her wheel she straight begins Who ne’eraeems ì!he knew When not engagcd in trade ; If he pleases, if he charms, - I know full well for what shespins,- He ti^ injures, he ’tis harms. ’Tis hopc! yidw that dear maid. TRE CONTENTED. Her leg, while lmsmall foot treads on, Manifold is human strife, IS in my nlillrl portrayed ; Human passion, llulnan pain ; Her prterI rccrll anon, - Many a blessing yet iR rife, Igave it that dear maid. Many pleasurcs etill remain. .... -.... -...... --- ..- ..-. ... ._...... -- --%.%C.? _.L ...... 2Q POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMB OF QOETHE. Yet the greatestbliss in life, And the richest prbe we find, TUE LANQUIBFIIXW. Is a god, contented mind. O'er my ssd fate I SOROW, To each dewy morrow, THE MEBEY COUNEEL. Veiled he? from mm'e sight. Ho by whom man's foolish will B the many mistaken, ISeach day reviewed and blamed, dhownand forsaken, Who, when other8 fools are still, Here wing I my fli ht ! Is himself a fool proclaimed, - hpmioiate spirit P Ne'er at mill was beast's back pressed Let none ever hear it, - With a heavier load than he. Conceal my afliotion, What I feel within my breast Conceal thy delight ! 17r(rt in truth's the thing forme ! TUE HUNTEE. \ a. Toda I'm rewarded; '+ Rich Loty's sfforded By Fortlule EO bright. DIFFERENT EMOTIONS ON THE SAXE SPOT. My servant, the pheasants, And hares fit for presente, THE WEN'. ' Taka homeward at night; I'm seen him before me ! Her0 see I enraptured What rapture steals o'er me h nets the birds captured !- Oh heavenly sight l Long life to the hunter1 He's comina to meet me ; Long live his e ht! Perplexed, f retreat me, P With shame take to flight. --t My mind seems to wander ! Ye rocks and trees yonder, . Tti%MIgANTHBoPE. Conceal ye my ra ture, Conceal m de~iglt! AT first awhile sits he, i With dm,unruffled brow; THF YOUTI. Hie features then I see, 'Tis llore I must find her, Distorted hideourily, - 'Twas here she enshrined her, An owl's they might be now. Herc vanished from sight. Wh$ is it, asketh thoup She came, a8 to meet me, Is't love, or is't ennui ? Then fearing to grcet me, 'Tie both at onoe, I vow. With sllatne took to fli ht. Is't hope ? Do I wander $ -c Ye rocks and trece yonder, Disclose ye the loved one LATEreaonnde the early etrain; Disclose my delight ! wed Md WO(?h song rempin. , -----F------F- -..-.--- ...... _...... ~ ...... ,., . , . _. - _I-. a.. ,__: . 2a POEMS OF GOETBE. POEMS OF QOETKE. 39 Oh, mme and see this lovelet, DIFFERENT !L‘HREATB. This little. turtledovelet I . The msidens that are neateet, I m100into a forest far . The tenderest and sweetest, My maiden went to seek, Should buy it to amuse ’em, And fell upon her neck, when : “Ah!” And n- it irí their bosom. She threatened, U I will shriek !” The little pet ! Youn loves to sell I My pretty loves whdlfbuy ? . Then cried I harlhtily : ‘‘I’ll mash The man that dares come near thee! ” We’need not bid you buy them, Hush !” whiqered she : U my loved one, hush They’re here, if you wiU try them. Or ehe they’ll ovcrhear thee ” They like to ahamp their cagea ; But for theirprovmg sagea _. No warrant will we utter- They all have win to flutter, WHO’LL BUY A CUPID I The pretty thing Young loves to sell ! Suoh hantiea ! Come and buy! OF n11 the wares EO pretty That come into the cit --t There’e nonc nrc EO de3; icioua, !CRUE ENJOYMENT. . There’s none are half EO preciouq‘ AEthoso which we are bringing. VAINLYwoddst thou, to gain a heart, O, lbten toour singing ! Heap up a maiden’s lap with gold ; Young lovce to sell? oung loves to dl! The oye of love thou must imp%, My pretty lOVCE who’i buy? wjouldst thou e’er see those oye unfold. The voicea of the twngpld UYE. First look you a.t the oldeat, No single heart ’twill win forL thee; , Tho wantoncst, the boldest I Wouldat thou a maiden mako thy prize, So loosely ~OCEhe hopping, Thyeelf alone the bribe.must be. Fmm tree :ml thickct drop hg, Then flics aloft 80 sprightly.P If by no sacred tie thon’rt bound, We dare but prnisc him lightly ! Oh, youth, thou muet thyself rcstrain! The fioklc rogue ! Young loves to sell ! Well ma true liberty be found, My pretty lovee. who’ll buy? Thougg man may seem to wear a chain. Let one dono inflamo thee e’er, Now see this little creatnre- And if her heart with love o’erflom How modest seems hie feature ! Let tenderness unite you there, IIe nestles EO demurely, If duty’s .self no fetter knowe. You’d think hin1 Rafor surely ; And yct for all hia RlIyncw, RmtfM, oh, yonth ! A girl then find There’s danger in hie 61 1lC88, Worth thy choice, - lct her cllooee the lxe cunning rogoc Aung 10vcs to sell I In MY L,rinn fair in mind, My pretty IOVCEwho’ll buvP And then thou wilt be blest. like me. POEMS OF GOETHE. 94 POEMS OF GOETHE. I who have made this art mine own, I UDEN WISHES. A ‘rl have chosen Ruch BB this ; The Eessing of the priest alone - WHATpleasure. to me IS wanting to complete our bliss. A bri6epom would be I When married we are, Nought but my rapture is her guide, They call UE mamma. only for me she cares to please,- No need then to sew, Ne’er wanton save when by my side, Twchool we ne’er œ And modest when tho world she sees. Command uncontroP led, That time our glow may never chill, Have maids whom to wold; She yields no right through frailty; Choose clothes at our ease, Her favor is a favor still, Of what tradesmen we pleaae; And I must ever gratefulbe. Walk freely about, And go to each rout, Yet I’m content, and full of ‘oy, . . And unrestrsiped are If she’ll but ant her smiI’ e EO sweet, By papa or mamma. Or if at table s!&ll cmploy, To pillow hers, her lover’s feet, Gire me the apple that she bit, The glase from which she drank, bestow; THE FAREWELL. And when my kiss EO orders it, Her bosom, veiled till then, will show. vyddmrred to his min- -1 LETmine e e the farewell say, And when she wills of love to Teak, mat my 4scan utter ne’er; In fond and silent hours of bliss, Fain I’d be a man today, Words from her mouth are all I seek, Yet ’tie hard, oh, hard to bear! Naught else I crave, -not e’cn a kiss. Wit.h what a-soul her mind is fraught, Mournful in an hour like this Wreathed round with charms unccaaingly I ‘ IElove’s sweetest ledge, I ween ; She’s’ perfect,- nnd she fails in nought Cold upon th moutP I the kiss, Save in her deigningto love me. Faint thy 1ngers’ premure e’en. M reverence throws me at her feet, Oh, what raptwe to my head %y longing tlirows me on ber breast ; Used each stolen kiss to bring! . mis, youth, is rapturo true and sweet ; AEthe violetß joy impart, Be wise, tirus seeking to b blest. Gathered in the early spring. Whcn dcrrth ~ha.11take thee from her &de, To join th’ angelic choir al~ove, Now no garlands I entwine, In heaven’s bright munsionR to abide, - Now no rams pluck for thcc, No diFrence at thechange thou’lt prove. Though ’th Rpringtimr, Fanny mine, Dreary autumu ’tie to me l 29 POEMB OF GOETRE. MOTIVES. LOVE’S DREAX IF to a girl who loves ne truly THOUoft in dreams hast seen UB stand Her mother gives inAtruction duly Before the altar hand in hand, In virtue, duty, and what not,- Thyself the bride, the bridegroom I. And if she hearkens ne’er a ‘ot, . Oft on thy lip, when none were watching, But with fresh-strengthened 3onging fliee I’ve hung, unnumbered kisses watching, To meet our kiss that seems to burn,- In houwf waking ecstaay. - Caprice hss ‘ust as much concern As love in her Lld enterprise. The urest rapture that we cherished, The Elias of Ilours EO golden, perished But if her mother can succeed Even with thc hour that saw it rise. In gaining for her maxims heed, What reck that mine have been EU& bbP And softening the rl’s heart too, Fleeting IM dreams are fondest kieeee, And like B kiw all pleasure dies. So that she ooyly Ei!! uns our view, - The heart of youth she knows but ill ; For when a maiden is thus stem, Virtue in truth has les8 concern In this, than an inconstant will. LIVING REMEMBRANCJC HALB vexed, half leased, th love will feel, shpuldst thou herL ot or rib on steal j To thee they’re much - I won’t oonceal; THE LOVELY NIGHT. Such self-deceit may pardoned be ; A veil, a kemllief, grtcr, rings, FROMthe,cot, where soft1 sleeping In tnlt.11 are no more trifling thinge, . Lies mi bosom’s love, {go, But still they’re not enough for me. And with noiseless footstep creepin Thread thedusky wood, when lo F Bhe who is deareut to my heart, Bursts the moon through glade andgreenwood, Gave me, with well dissembled smart, soft theherald zephyrs play, - Of her own life a living prt, And the waving birches sprinkle No charm in aught beside I tmce ; Sweetest incensc on my way. How do I worn thy paltry ware ! A lock she gave me of tho 11141 How I revel in the coolness That. wantomo’er her beauteous faß& Of this beauteous summer night If, loved one, we must eevered be, Still dreamins here the fnlness Wouldst thou notwholly fly from me, Rod’s OI the panting delight ! I Still OEEeEE this legacy, mords can paint not what mybliss ie, To Pook at, and to kise in lay,- Yet, kind hcmcn, I’d yield to thee M fate is to the heir’s alliel Nights a thousand, fair as this is, d used to woo her with like pride, Would my love give one to me 1 And now we both are far awav. POEMS OF GOET-. 20 POEMS OF GOETHE. Her charms with equal joy we premed, TO LUNA. Her smiling cheeks anon caressed, Lured onward by B yearning blest, SmmB of the earliest light, Upon her heaving bosom fell. e of loveliness in sorrow, . Oh, rival, free from envy's sway, S ver mists thy dianceborrow, Thon preqious $t, thou bcauteoua prey, TEven aa they cross thy sight. Remain my joy and blies to tell! \ When thou oomest to the sky, In tbir dusky hollows waken, o Spinta that are sed, forsaken, Bzrde that shun the day, and.I. THE BLISS OF ABSENCE. Looking downward far and wide. Hidden thing thon dOEt discover, '!FIE sweet for him, the livelong day that liea, Luna ! help a hapless lover, Wrapt in the heaven of bis dear lady's eye& Lift him hdl to thy sido ! WhoRe dreams her image blesseth evermore, Aided by thy riendly beams, Love knoweth not a @harperjoy than t;hie, Let him, throughT the lattice eoping, Yet eater, purer, nobler ia the blisa, Look into theroom where, EP eepmg, yo be afar from her whom we adore I Lies the maiden of hie dreams. Distance and Time, eternal powers, that be Ah, I see her ! Now I gaze, Still, like the stare, o'erruling secretly, Bending in a trance Elysian, Cradle thie tempest of the Mood to peace. And I strain my inmost vision, . Calm grows my soul, nnd calmer evcry hour, And I gather all thy rap. Yet dail feels my heart a springing power, Bright and briehter yetI see And Lily finds my happiness incream. Charms no env~omrobes encumber; And she draws me to her slumber All times she lives within my heart and brain, AEEndymion onoe drew thee. . Yet can I think of her without R ain, MY spirit soars may screne mi'kee, And, by the strcmgth of :.tu divine emotion, Transforms its Iove to all a saint's devotion, THE WEDDING NIGHT. Refines de& into idolatry. WIT= the chamber; far may l'he lightatcloudlet that doth fleck the &y, From the ad feast, sits love in dread And floats alon6 the sunshine airily, Lest guests 81isturb, in wanton play, More li htly m ~tsbeauty floateth never, The silence of the bridal bed. Than dota my heart, with tranquil joy elate. His torch's palo flame serves to gild By fear untouched, for jealousy too great, The scene with mystic sacred glow; I love, oh, yea, I love -I love her ever. The room with incense-clo~~dsis filled, That he may perfect rapturc know. 30 POEME OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 81 How beata thy heart, when thou dost hear And &e sees me hov’ring near; The chimes that warn thy pests tofly? Trembling at her lover‘s rapture, How glow’st thou for those llps so dear, Up she E rings-I fly away. That soon are mute, and nought deny! -“Dearest ! Pet’s the inseot oepture1 With her into the holy place Come ! I long to make my prey Thoa hset’nest then to perfect all ; yonder pretty little dear!” The firs the warder’s hands embrace, I Grown, like a nighblight, dim and small --t m How heaves the bosom, and how burns NOVEMBER SONG. / Her face at every fervent kiss I Her coldness now to trembling turna, To the greatarcher-not to him To mee+..whom flies the EUU, Thy daring now a duty :E. Lave helps thee to undress hcr fast, . And who 1,hvont his features dim But thou art twice as fast aa he ; With douds to overrun- And t.hen he shuts both eyes et laat But to th8 boy be vowed these rhymetb With EI^ and royieh modesty. Who ’mongst the rosea plays, Who hears UE, aud at proper times To pieroe fair hearts essays. MISCHIEVOUS JOY. Through,him the gloom winter night, Of yore BO cold and Brear, A0 a butted7 renewed, Bring many o loved friend to our sight, When in Me I breathed my Imt, And many a woman dear. To the spots m flight I wing, Henoeforward shall his image fair Scenes of heavenT y rapture past, Stand in yon starry skies, Over meadows to the spring. And, ever mild and gracious there, Round the hill, and through the wood. Alternate set and rise. Soon a tender pair I epy, And I look down from my mat On the beauteous maiden’s head- m THE ~XOSEN ONE. When embodied there I meet All I lost as soon as dead, pnmeet mng in doobtlean one of thorn addrewed to .Happy 88 before I. am l HANDin hand, and lip to lip! 1 Oh, be faithful, nialden dear! Him die clasps with silent smile, Fare thee well ! thy lover’s ship And his mouth the hour improve#, ! Past full man R rock ateer;must Sent hy kindly deities ; t But should he t l.e havensec, First froln breast to mouth it rove%, 1 When the stornl Ilne ceased to break, Then from mouth to hsntls it flies, i And be happy, reft of thee, And I round him sport the while. May the gode fierce venaame- take! i ____.....I ...,.. - .. . . _...... __. 32 PGEMS OF GOE!CHE. PO- OF BOE=. 88 Boldly dared is well nigh won ! Half my tank is solved aright; . AFI’ER-SENSATIONS. Eve star’s to me a sun, Oxy cowards deem it night. W~RNthe vine again ie blowing, Stood I idly by thy side, Then the wine moves in the oapk ; When the rqse again is lowing, Sorrow still. would sailden me ; Wherefore E~OUII~Ifeel oppressed f But when seas our paths divide, I Gladly toil I, - toil for thee ! Down my ch:hoeks run tears all-burning, I€ I derlebve my task ; 0 Now the vdley I perceive, . I but feel a speechless yearning, Whom together wo will go, That pervadee my inmost brea& And the streamlet watch each eve, Gliding peacefully below. Bnt at lengt’ .\ see the reaaon, Oh, the po lmon yon spot I When the question I would ask : Oh, the gscch trees in yon grove! ’TWBBln such a beauteous seaeon, And behind we’ll built a cot, Doris glowed to make mo blest ! Where to taate the joys of love I ----c PBESENCE. FIRST LOSS. a Am things ‘vq token of theo I An ! who’ll ever those daysrestore, Ae soon an #o bright sun is shining, Those bri lit days of early love ! Thou too wilt follow, I truRt. Who’ll one ffour again concede, When in thegarden thou walkest, Of that time EO fondly cherished ! Thou then art the rose of all rosea, Bilently my woands I feed, Lily bf lilies as well And with wailing evermore Sorrow o’er each joy now perished. When thou dost move in the dance, Ah ! who’ll e’er the da S restore Then egch constellation moves also ; Of that time EO fon Bly cheriehed ! With thee and round thee they move. + Night ! oh, what blise were the night I For then thou o’ershadow’st the lustrq APPARENTDEATH. Dding and fair, of the moon. Dazzling and beauteous art thou, WEEP,maiden, weep here o’er the iomb of Love ; And Ilowers, and moon, and tho planeta IIe died of notllino -by mcrc chance W= slain Homage pay, Sun, but to thee. But is he redly clcar?- oh, Ilrat I cannot rove: A notking, a mere clmuce, oft givea him fie again. 8un I to m &O be thou Chator of days bright and glorioun; Life and Eternity %E ! ._...... I 84 POE- OF GOETHJL 66 I SEPARATION. BY THE RIVE% I of thee whene'er the sun is glowing RGow on; e lays so loved, so fe, 'Lpon the lake ; On to Oi Ilvion's wean flow I Of thee, when m the orystal fountain flowing: Ya no r t boy reod you e'er, The doonbearm&e. $0 mai% in her beauty's glow! .I see thee when the wanton wind ìa busy, M loadone waa then your theme, And dustcloudsrise ; sut no1 'she scoma my passion trua In the deep ni ht, when o'er tho bridge so dizzy , Ye were Ldt written in the stream ; !he wanderer hies. As it flows on, then, flow ye too I I hear thee when the waves, with hollow roaring, Gush forth theirfill ; 9ften along the heath I go exploring, THE EXCHANGE. When all still. is THEatones in the etreamlet I make my bright plow, I am with thee I Though far thou art and dgrklhg, And open firms to the swift-rolling billow, Yet art thonnear. That lovingly haatem to fall on my breaat. The sun goes down, the stars will soon be sparkling- Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing ; Oh, wert thou here. A secoud draws n' h, ita careaaes bestowing,- And so by a two7 old enjoFent I'm bleat. - And yet thon art trailing in sorrow and sdnem The momenta that life, aa it fies, gave for gllndneee, 'ToTHE DISTANT ONE. Because by thy love thou'rt remembered no more I Oh, call ba(ik to mind former days and their bhes; AXD have I lost thee evermore ,The lips of the second will give a8 sweet kisaea .. Haatthon, oh, fair one, from me flownP h any the lipsof the first gave before I &ill in mine ear sounds, aa of yore, n\ Thine every word, thine every tone. Aa when at mom the wanderer's ep FAREWELL Attempta to pierce the air in vam, When, hldden m the azure sky, I'o bra& one's word is pleseurefranght, The lark high o'er him chants his strain: To do one's duty @ves a smart ; l Whilo man, alas ! wdl promise nought, Ho do I wt my troubled gaze That is repugnant to his heart. Throukb buh, through forest., o'er the lea Udng aome magic strain of yore, mou art invoked by a11 my lays; Thou lureet him, when scamcly calm, Oh, come then, loved one, back to me I On to sweet folly's fragile bark once mom, Rencwing, doubling chance of ham. .. ._._ M POEMS OP GOETJE. WE?& OF GOETHE. S7 seek ta hide thyself from meP But morning oame to end m y bliss ; y not nly sight -be open then ! A long, a ead farewell we took ; &ow11 1at.e ur early it must be, , What joy - what rapturethyin kies, And hero thou haat thy word again. What dcpth of anguish in thy look 1 I left thee, sweet ! but after nie, 31 dnty is fulfilled twday, Thine eyes through tcnrs looked from above; 50lon r will T guard thcc from SUI-~I~SC; Yet tobe loved - what ecstasy ! But, oh, PorlJive tho friend who from thce turmaway What ecstasy, ye gode, to love I And to hmeelf for refuge flics ! -.- 3- WELCOME AND DEPARTERE. NEW LOVE. NEW LIFJ3. [Anolher of the loveaongs dhaecd to Frellcricr 1 Written rt the Ume d QoetheCaonneotlon rlth Liu.] To horae !- away, o'er hill 2nd steep ! HEART! my heart ! what means this €eeling? In% tho saddle blithe I qwuug; What oppreseeth thee RO sore? Thc cve WE cradling earth to slcep, What strange life is o'er mo stealing I And night upon the nlountain hung. I acknowledge tlloc no more. With robes of mist around him set, Fled is dl that gave thee gldness, The oak like sorno huge giant stood, Fled the causc of all thy adnese, While with its hnndrcd epee of jet, Fled thypeace, thine industry - Pecred darkness from the tangled wood. Ah, why maer it tobe ? Amidst n hank of cloud@,the moon Sa do beauty's gscee youthful, A ~acland troubled gli~nnlersllerl ; 600s this form EO fair and bright, Tbe wind its chilly wings unclosed, . Does this gaze, EO kind, EO truthful, And whistled wildly rou~ldmy head. Chain thcc with nnceasillg mi ht ? Night fr:uned x tllollsnnd pllantolne dire, Would I tear me from her boldB y, Yet did I ncver droop nor Etart ; take, and fly her coldl Within my veins wllat living fire ! conrapHm to hcr I'm forthwith 102 What qucncllless glow within n~yLeart I By thepath I seck to tread. We met ; nnrl from thy glance a tirlc By a thread T ne'er cm sever, Of stitling joy flowetl into me : For 'tis 'twinod with magic skill, M hcnrt was holly by thy sido, Doth the oruel maid forever &y evcrp hrcnth \WS Lreathcd for thee. Hold me fast against my will. A bl~d\KIA tllere, if thy cheek While those magic charme confine me, Tllc gmtlcst 1111~sof Byring had caught, To her will I must resign ale. And slniicß so kind for me !-Great powere! Ah, the change in truth is great ! I Ilolrcrl, yet I clerrerved theu not! Love l kind love ! releaee me straight I ’ ’ POEMS OF GOETRE. S8 .. . 88 POEMS OF GOETHE. She, of rom dl1the fairest, To BELTNDA. Roses shall around her see; Give me hut one look, my dearest, Drmm &o u-rltten for LI11. Qoethe mentdom, at the edof hl8 Atitnbiqpa h that he overheard her aiuglng it me evdq atta And I ank no more of thee. he h~d*en BLfnrtlwcll of her.] Feel but what this heart is feeling - WITH resistless power why dost thou press me Frankly place thy hand in mine- Into scenes EO bnght P Wust me, love, the tie which binds m Had I not -good youth - EO much to blew n;a In thelonely night P ISno fragile rosy twine. In my little chamber clo~eI found. me, In the moon’s cold beams ; + And there uivering light fell softly round me, dileI lay in dreams. . Andby houm of Ure unmingled pleaeure, All my cfreams were blest, ABTEP life’s de arting sigh, .I.. . While I felt hm image, as a treawm+ To thespots I Poved most dearly Deep within my breaet. In the sunshine and the shadow, B the fountain welling clearly, IS it I, she at th0 table laces, Tlrou h the wood and o’er the meadow, ’Mid EO many Efhta? Flit I Eke a buttertiy. Pee, to meet intolerable aces, She her slave invitee. There a gentle air I spy. Round the mai1 en’e tresses flying, Ah ! th0 Spring’s freRh fields no longer cheer me, From her chaplet I discover Flowers no srneetnees bring ; All that I had lost in dying, Angel, where thou art, all sweets are near me, - Still with her and with her lover, Love, Nature, and Spring. Who EO happy then ae I P For she smiles with laughing eyes ; And his lips to her he preesee, VOWEof paesion interchanging, WITH AN ~~ROIDEREI~RIBBON. Stifling her with sweet caressee, LITTLEflowerets, little leaflets, . O’er her budding beauties ranging ; Have they woven with fairy hand, And around the twain 1 fly. Playful sunny elves of springtide, And she sees me flnttering ni@ ; Lightly called at my.oommand. And benenth his ardor tremblmng, Ze hyr, bear it on thy pinions, Starts she up -then off I hover. it on my c~ar~ing’e ‘‘ Look there, deareAt ! ” Thus dieaembling, gr0 areSS, Speaks the maiden to her lover So sher 11 188 before the mirror - In her B oubled lovelineee. Come and catch that buttedy l POEME OF GOETBE. WEM8 OF GOETHE. 41 To MY MISTRESS. WITH A GOLDEN NECKLACE. Am that's lovely speaks of thee I ACWPT,dear maid, this little token, When the ~IO~~OUEsun appeareth, A supple chain that fain would lie, 'Tis thy harbinger to me: And keep ita tiny links unbroken Only thus he cbeereth. Upon a neck of ivory. In the garden where thou go'et, There art thou the rose of roses, Firnt of lilies, fragrant nlost Of the fragrant posies. But if another hand should proffer When thou movest in the dance, A chain of weightior, closer kind, All the etm with thee are woving Think twice ere you accept the offer ; And around thee rlcnnl aud glance, Fsr there are chains will not unbind. Never tired of foving. Ni ht !-and would the night were herc I Pet the moon would lose her duty; MAY SONG. Thou h her sheen be eoft and clear, So ter is thy beauty ! How gloriously glearneth B All nnture to me ! Fuir, and kind, and gentle one ! How bright thesun beameth, Do not moon, and strw, and flowers How freah is the lea l Pay that homage to their sun, White blossoms are bursting l'hat we pay to our^ P The thicketa among And all the gay greenwood Sun of mine, that art 00 dear - Sun, that art abovo all eormo\v I IE ringing with song ! Shine, I pray thee, on me hen! There's radiance and rapture Till the eternal morrow l That naught pandestroy, O earth, in thy sunshine, O heart, in thy joy I FIIOWERSALUTE. O love ! thou enchanter, So olden and bright - THISnasepy, - 'twae I dreesed it, - Like gered cloude of morning UreetR tnee n thousand times I That rcst on yon heigbt ;- Oft etoopcd I, and cawseed it, Tt in thou that art clothing Ah ! fidl a thonsand times, The fields and the bowcrs, And 'pinst my bosom pressed it And everywhere breathin A hundrcAd tl~oueandtimen l The incenee of fioweru H FOEMS OF (HIETBE. PONS OF GOETHE. 4a O maiden I dear maiden! Morning wind is fanning .How well I love thee- Trees, by the bay that root, how Thine eye,, it kindles And ita image. scanning : In answer to me I Ie the ripening fruit. Oh l well the lark loveth Ita song ’midst the blue; Oh, glad1 the flowereta FROM THE MOUNTAIN. Expandrto the dew. .Wrlttan jast aftw the preoedlng one. W L mountain orerloo- the And so do I love thee; Lake of Zurloh.] For all that ie best, DXAI~EBTLili if I did not love thee, J. ’ T draw from thy beauty How transporting were a scene like thin l To gladden my breaat l Yet, my Lili, if I did not love the2 And all my heart’s mush What were any bliis P Is thrillmg for thee! Be evermore blest, love, And loving to me I , MAY BONG. BETWEENwheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorp, ON TEIE LAKE. Between pasture and tree, Where ie my sweetheart9 Tell it me I Sweetheart caught I h here I drink new blood, fresh food Aot athome ; From world so free, so bleat ; sweet is nature and how ood She%then, thought I, How Gone to roam. Who holde me to her brcost Q. Fair and loving The waves are cradling up our bo:tt, Blooms eweet May The oms are beating time ; Bweetheart’s roving; Bfonntoins we meet that Beem doat Free and gay. In heav’nly clouds sublime. By the rock near the wave, Wh ,m eye, art downward turning Where herfirst kiae ehe gave, ~oden Leam,are ye returningP On the Freensward, to me, - Dream, thongh gold, I thce repel ; Somethmg I mee l Love and life hcre also dwell. Is it she t ‘Neath the wave are sinking + Stara from heaven sparkling ; Soft white niet ta are drillking WITHa fi~aeterall smooth1 pea Distance towering, darkling, Who what he bide, himeelP well knom n 7 . , - . .. . -.- ...... _- _.. POEMS OF WETHE. lb POEMS OF GOETIIE. EARLY SYlUNG. IN 8- COD ye EO earl How plein and height Days of deli&? With dewdrops are bright! Making the ldlside How earls have crowned Blithesomc and brigh. The pP ante all wund I How si hs the breeze Merril merrily, Throug%-thicket and treesI Littt brooks rush, How loud1 in the sun’s clear raye Down by the meadow, The sweet iirds carol forth their Under the bush. lap! Welkin and hilltop, But, ah l above, Azure and cod ; When saw I my love, Fishes are sportin Within her room, In stroamlot an pool. Small, mantled in gloom, 8 Enclosed around, Birds of gay feather where sul~lightWBB drowned, Flit through the pve, How little then wes earth to me, Binqing together With all ita beauteone mejeaty ! Dlttles of love. Busily coming + From mosgcovered bowels, ßmwn becs are humming, Questing for iiowcrs. AUTUMN FEELINGS. Li Ilteorne emotion, FLOUBI~Hgreener, as ye clambm, fife everywhere ; O e leavea, to seek my chamber, Faint wrrfte of fragrance 6pthe trellised vine on high ! Scenting the air. May ye swell, twin-berries tender, Juicier far, -and with more splendor Now cornes there Rounding Hipen, and more apeedily ! A sough of the breeze, O’er ye broods the sun at even Shakes through the thicket, As he sinks to rest, and heaven Sinks in the trees. soft1 breathes into your ear Sinke, but returning, All its rertilizing fulness, It ruffles my hair; While the moon’s refreshing coolnesa, Aid me this rapture, Magio-laden, hovers near ; Muses, to bear1 And, alas ! ye’re watered evcr By a stream of tears thnt rill Xnow ye the pawion From mine eye4 - team ceasing never, That stira in me heref . Tears of love that naught cm still I Yeater e’en at gIloamin Wes I ‘with my dem.@i I 46 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GUETHE. 47 .I ‘. The good tree gives me shadow, RESTLESS LOVE. And Rhelter from the rain; But yonder door is silent, THBOUGHrain, through snow, It will not ope again l Through tempest go ! ’MonPt steaming cavee, I Bee the rainbow bending, O’er misty waves, Above her old abode, On, on ! still on ! But she is thereno longer; Peace, rest have flown. They’ve taken my love abroad. Sooner throu h sadnecrs The took her o’er the mountsine, I’d wish to%e slain, Tiey took her o’er the sea; Than all the gladness Move on, move on, my bonny sheep, ’ Of life, to sustain ; There ie no rest for me ! All the fond yearning Thntheart fcels for heart,, .t On1Beems burning :. .: ... ,W ,.l. .i-- I d make them both mart..^^,, ., ,c :. . ::.lr-f: I. NIGHT SONG. How shall I fly P Forestwards hie P WHENon thy illow lying, Vain were all strife ! Half lieten, Pimplore, Bright crown of lie, And atmy lute’s soft sighing, I Turbulent bliss, - Sleep on ! what wouldst thou more ? Love, thou art thbl For at my lute’s soft sighing The stars theirb1essingE pour On feelingcr never-dyin ’ Sleep on ! what WOUY dEt thou more ? THE SHEPHERD’S LAMEN!l!. yondcr on the mountain, Those feelinge neverdying Ur My spirit aid to soar I dwelt for days togetl~cr; From- earthly conflicts tryin Looked down into the valley, ; This pleasant summer weather. Sleep on! what wouldst tf ou more? M sheep go feeding onward, From earthly conflicts trying &y dog sits watching by; Thou driv st me to this shore ; , I’ve wandered to thevalley, Through thee I’m hither flying,- And yet I know not ‘why. Sleep on ! what wouldst thou more? The meadow, it is pretty, . Through thee I’m hither flying, With flowem EO fair to SW; Thou wilt not list before I ther them, lut no one In slumbers thou art ]yin$: %ill take the flowers from me. Sleep on ! what wouldst thou more) POEMS OF GOETHE, POEMS OF GOETHE. 49 COMFORT IN TEAR8. LONGING. How is it thatthou art so sad WHATstire in my heartEO P When othera are EO gay? What lures me from homeP Thou haat been weepin What forces me outwards, Thine eyes the truthetray. nay' And onwards to roam P Q- Far up on the mountains "And if I may not choose but weep, Lie cloudlets like snow; Is not my grief mine own P O were I but yonder, No heart wm heavier yet for tears- 'Tia there I muat go I O leave me, friend, alone l " Now by come the ravene Como join this once the merry band, So solemn and black ; They call aloud for thee, I min le among them, .And mourn no more for what ia lost, An! follow their track : But let the pmtgo free. By rock and by turret We silently glide ; "0,little know ye in your mirth, Ah, there ia the bower, where What wringa my heart so deep I My lady doth bideI I have not lost the idol yet, Shc walks in the greenwood, For which I sigh and weep." That beautiful may ; Then rouae thee adtake heart ! thy blood Like A bird singing clearly, Is oung and full of fire ; I drop on tho spray. Youtg should have hope and might to win, She liste, and ehe lingers, And wear its best desire. And softly saya she- " How mweetl it ein th, '6 O, never may I hope to gain It singeth &r me 1' What dwells from me so far ; It stands m high, it looks as bright, The sunset ia gilding As yonder burning star." The peaks of the hill, The day i0 declining, Why, who would seek to woo the stam Yet tarries she shll: Down from their glorious sphere P She follows the brooklet Enough it is to worahip them, Through meadow and glade, When nighte are calm and clear. Till dark ia the pathway, And lost in the shade. '6 Oh, I look up and worship too - My star it shineA by da - Then, then I come down, ga Then let me weep the liveT ong night A swifeehooting star ; The whilst it ia away." u What light glitters onder, So near yet EO far PS, 63 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF WETEE. 61 Ere y& the amazement hm the hush and desolation Hatth passed fmm thee, sweet, Sweet fancies did unfold, uest it is ended, And it seemed aa they had come baok again, The jovial days of old. As if the stateliest chambera For noble guests were spread, TRE CASTLE ON THE MOUNTAIN. And out from the prilne of that glorious time A youth a maiden led. THE= stands an ancient castle On yonder mountain height, And, standin in the cha el, Where, fmced with door and ortal, The good o4 d priest dig sa Once tarried steed and knig t. 4‘ Will ye wed with one anotl&?” R And we smiled a od answered Yea I ’’ But gone are door andBortal, And all is hushed an stdl ; We sung, and our heSrte they bounded O’er ruined wall and rafter To the thrilling lays we sung, I clamber as I will. And every note waa doubled By the echo’s astching tongue. A cellar with many a vintage Once lay in yonder nook ; And when, aa eve descended, Wherc now are thecellarer’s flagone The hush pwdeep and still, And where is his jovial look? And the eettmgsun looked upward On that great oastled hill ; No n~orche sets the beakers For tho guesta at thewassail feast ; Then far and wide, like lord and bride, Nor fills a tlnsk from the oldest caek In theradiant light we shose- For theduties of the priest. It sank ; and pgain the ruins Stood desolate and lone ! No more he gives on the staircaae The sto11p to the thirstysquireß, And a hurned thanks for the hurried gift Receives, nor more requires. To MIGNON. For burned are roof and rafter, OVERvale and torrent far And they hang begrimed and black; Rolls dong the sun’s bright car. And stair, and hall, and chapel, Ah ! he wakens in his course Are turned to dust andwrack. Mine, BR thy decp-aeatcd smart In the heart, Yet, 1s with song and cittern, Ev’ry morning with new force. One day when the sun was bright I saw m love rscendin Scarce avails night au ht tome ; The 8T opes of yon m ‘$y height ; E’en the visions that f aee . . .. . _. . __._--..- ...... -___.__...... - . ._ . -- b 62 POEMS GOETIIE. OF POEMS OF GOETHE. 68 Come but in a mournful pise ; m.A OLDEN HEART HE WAS WEARZNGC ON HIS And I feel this silent smart NECK. In my heart Addredd. duri the Swiu tour nld mentloned, to L prœant LUI With creative power ariee. gha him, du% the time of theh Lppy crmnwtim, wbish wu thend ahtto tm terrnhatm~~orever.1 During many a beauteous year I have seen ship^ ’neath me steer, THOU,of joy that died away, the token As they seek the lclt’ringbay ; Which aa yet I on my nock am weatin Bnt, alas, cnch lasting smart Longer hold’st ua tanin, thou mental tie ti? at’s broken P In my heart Art thou the length of love’s short daye repairingP Floats not with the stream away. Flee I, Lili, *hmthee I Muet still, tied to thy fetter, Like unto a debtor, I must wear a gala dress, Roam in strange lands, through valea and foreeta Long storcd np within my press, darting! For to-clny to fersta is given ; Ah 1 not 80 soon could this my heart from Nono know with what bittcr smart . . My Lili’s hoart be parting. ’ . TE my heart Fearfully and madly riven. Like a bird that eret did break hie string, And to thewood returns, Secretly 1 weep each tear, He dragm of hie prison the diegrace, Yet can cheerful e’en appear, Still some bit of tho string on his trace ; With a face of healthy red ; No Ion r the old bird, once born with freedom’ß wing ; For if deadly were this smart Hm een a slave where’er he turna. In my heart, r Ah, I then had long been dead! --c . e. WANDERER’S NIGHT-BONG. . :t.. ,f ’ .#.4:S THOUthat from thc heavens art, 1: SPIRIT GREETING. Every ain and sorrow stillet& And the ioubly wretched heart UPONB tower antique and high Doubly with refreehment filleat, Stood ghost of hero brave, I am wear? with contending ! Who,the ßhip went sailing by, Why thie rapture and unreatP This “God-speed” to her gave. Peace descendmg Come, ah, come into my breast I ‘6 See ! these my sinews stark were once, This heart beat fast and wild, O’er all the hill-tops Of knightly mwrow full these bones, Ie quiet now, Brimful this goblet filled. In all the treetop “Half of my life in storm was pmsed, Hearest thou Hardly a breath ; Half wasted was in case, The birda are asleep in the treeß: Speed, llnrnan cargo, far and fa& Wait ; soon.like these bcfo~u:the breeze !” On, on, Thou, too, shalt rest. . . .. . . , . _.__. __ . . . L- ...__. 64 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOBTHE. 66 ILM,- THE IWER, TO THE MOON. HUNTSMAN'S EVENING SONG. FILLESThill and vaìe aßain, h silence sad, from heath to hill Still with softening hFht ! With rifle slung I glide, Lomest from the world E coleain But thy dearshape, it haunts me atill, All my soul tenight ! It hovers by my aide. Spreadest round me far and nigh, Acmthe brook, and ast the mill, Soothingly, thy smile ; I watch thee gayly tpeet; From thee, 88 from friendship's eye, Ab, does one aha e, that ne'er ie still, Sorrow shriuks the while. Fer WOEE thy Yamy, sweet? Every echo thrills my heart, - 'Tie hie, who, tortured by unrest, Glad and gloomy mood, Roams ever to and fro, JO and EOITOW both have p& Now ran ing eaet, now ranging weet, ln my eolitude. Since %rced from thee to go. River, river, glide along ! And yet at timee the thought of thee, I am sad, alae! Like moonli ht in a dream, meting thingare love and aong, - Doth 3ring, I enow not how, to me Even EO they pms. Content and peace supreme. I have had and I have lost What I long for yet; Ah ! why will we, to our CO& Simplc joye forget P mrlttan nt n1 ht on the Kicla(lnzhn, a hill In the -t d Ihenau. ontherrll.oia~t~aerml~nhe~~campored~lut.otd River, river, glide along, hir IpWmW Without atop or etay I PEACE breathee along the shade Murmur, whisper to my song Of every hill, In melodious play. The treetops of the glade Whether on a winter's night Are hushed and Btill; Riee thy swellinf flood& -411 woodland murmura cease, Or in spnng thou aat delight The birds to met within the brake are gone. Watering theyoung buds. Be patient, wear heart - anon, Thon, too, shdt e at peace I Ha py he who, hating none, l feaves the world's dull noiee, And, with trußty friends alone, Quietly enjoys m LINA. What, forever unexpressed, LINA, rival of tho linnet, Hid from common sight, When theso Ir E shall reach thy hand, Thmu h the InllzeE of the brew Please trnefcr t x em to the spinnet, Soft& steals bl night! Where thy friend WBB wont to stand. ._ .. . 66 POEMS OF GOET=. 67 Set the diapaeon ringing, Ponder not the words on see, Give them utterance by tty singing Then each leaf belongs to thee. With the life of mueic f2l thcm ; Cold the written verses seem, That, would Lina deign to trill them, Might be trancing &B a dream. + EVER AND EVERYWHERE. Fm explore the mountain hollow, Hi h in nir tbc clouds then follow ! 40 each brook and vale the Muse Thousand times her call renews. Soon as flow'ret blooms in spring, It wakens many a strain ; And when Tinlo spreads his fleeting wing; !Che aeasons come again. + DELIGH!C OF SORROW. i. /, I i' DEYnot up, dry notup, Tears shed by love everlaating I Ah ! to the eye that half only dried is, IIow drealy, how dead the world does appear! Dr not up, dry not up, Jeara my love unhappy is shedding! FW3XIMITY. I KNOW not, wllorcforc, dearest love, Thou often art BO strange and coy ! When 'monpt man's busy haunts WC move, Thy coldacw putR to fl~ghtmy joy. But Noon IR night and ßilence round us reign, I know thee by thy kisses sweet again ! 68 WEbfS OF GOETlllc. FORMS OF GOETHE. Bo ROLLICKING HANS. BEmOcAL. HA^ there I A +me ! MY miatresa, whew ai& ehe? Ha ! the draught E truly sweet! What ia it that charma? If for drink go my shoes, The absent she’s rocking, I shall still have my feet. Held fast in her srms. In retty cage priwned A maiden and wine, the .holds a bird still ; With sweet music and song,- Yet lets him 0y from her, I would they were mme, Whenever he will. All life’s Journey along ! He pecks at her finger, If I depart from this sd sphere, And pecksat herlip& And leave a will behind me here, And hovera and fluttem, A suit at law will be preferred, \ C And round her he skip. But 88 for thanks, -the deuce a word ! So ere I die, I squander all, Then hasten thou homeward, And that’s a proper will I call. In Mion to be ; If thou hast the maiden, HI8 COKEADE. She aleo hath thee. Hallo there: A lase! . Ha ! the draugFI t’s truly sweet! If thou keepest thy shoca, .THE FREEBOOTER Thou wilt then spare thy feet. No door hm my bonae, A maiden and wine, No house hae my door; With sweet music ana Bong, And in and outever On pa ment, are thine, I carry my store. ~llfife’s journey along 1 No ate hm my kitohen, Xkitchen mlrte.; Yet roaate it an oda It To LIDA. . Both early and Irrte. Tm only one whom, Lida, thou canst love, M bed hm no treetleo, Thou cldm’at, and rightly claim’st, for only thee ; &y trestlea no bed; ‘ He, too, is wholly thine ; Rince doomed to rove Yet memer momenta Far from thee, ill life’s tmmoils naught I see No mortal e’er led. Save a thin veil, through which thy form I view, M oellar ia loft Au though in clouds ; with kindly smile and true, &y barn ia furdeep, It checw me, likc the stare eterne that gleam From to to the bottom,- . Acroes the northern lights’ h-fliek’ring beam. There f ie I and deep. 60 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 61 And soon aa I.waken, With lustre false and fleeting All moves on its race ; The sun’s bright raya are thrown ; M )lace hm no fixture, The swallow’s self is cheating, Vy htureno place. The swallow’s self ia cheating ; And why P He comes alone ! --c Can I e’er feel delighted JOY AND SOBBOW. Alone, though Sprin ia near? As fisher-boy I fared Yet when we are mite!, , To the black rock in the sea, Yet when WEIare united, And, while false gifts I pre are& The summer will be here. Listened and sang merriPy, Down descended the decoy, --c Soon a fish attackcd the bait APRIL. One exulting shout of joy, - And the fisk waa captured straight. TELLme, eye4 what ’tia e’re seeking ; For ye’re sayin sometting sweet, Ah ! on shore, and to thewood, Fit the .ravishef ear to greet, Past tho cliffs, o’er stock and stone, Eloquently, aoftly speaking One foot’s traces I pursued, And the maiden was alone. Yet I see now why ye’re roving; Lips wereailent, eyes downcast , For behind those eyes so bright, As a claspknife snaps the bait, To itself abandoned quite, With her snare sheselzed me fast, Lies a bosom, truthful, loving, - And the boy wm captured straight. One that it must fill with pleasure Heaven knows who’s the happy swain ’Mongat ao many, dull and blind, That she rambles with anew! One trae look at length to find, I must dare thesea again, That its worth can rightly treasure. Spite of wind and weather, toa. When thertand little fish Whilat Pm logt in studying ever Wail an flounder in my net, To explain these ci hers duly,- Straight returns my eagerwiah To unravel my booL truly In her arms to revel yet! In return be your endeavor I MARCH. MAY. TREmow-flakes fall in showem, The timo is absent atill, LIQHT and silv’ry cloudleta hover When 1111 Spring’s beauteous flowem, In the air, aa yet scarce warm ; When ail Sprin$e beauteous flowere Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over, Our hearts wlth joy shall fill. Peeps the sun through fragrant balm. 82 POEM8 OF GOETRE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 88 (3entlr roh and heaves the ocean How her peerleaa charms I praiaed, As I@ waves the bank o’erflow, When from head to foot I gazed I And with ever restless motion I am here, she’s far away, - Moves the verdure toand fro, I am gone, with her to stay. Mirrored brightly below. far If on rugged hills she wander, What is now the foliav moving P If she haste the vale alon Air is still, and hush d the breeze, Pinions seem to flutter yon LFer, Snltrinesa, this fulness loving, And the airie filled with son Through the thicket, from the trees. With the $ow of youth still *%&g Ndw the eye at once glcanls brightly, Joyous vgor in each limb, See ! the infant band with mirth One In silence ia delaying Moves and dances nimblp, lightly, She alone ’tis blesses hm. As the morning gave It birth, Love, thou art too fair, T ween I Flutt’ring two and two o’er earth. Fairer I have never seen ! From the heart full easil - Bloomin flowera are CUK ed by thee. If I thin! : “ Oh, were it so,” JUNE. Bone and marrow seem to glow I SHE behind yon mountain lives, If rewarded by her love, Who my love’s sweet guerdon &ea Can I groater rapture prove P Tell me, mount, how this can be, And still fsirer is the bride, Ve lees thou seem’st to me ! When in me she will confide, AnTfseem tobe close by, When ahe speaks and lets me know For I sec her drawing nigh ; All her tale of ‘o and woe. Now, because I’m absent, sad, All her lifetime4% s istory Now, because she sees me, glad. Now is full known to me. Soon between us rise to sight Who in ch1.f d or woman e’er Valleys cool, with bushes light, Soul and body found EO fair? Streams and meadows ; next appear Mills and wheels, the surest tokon That a level spot is near, SICILIAN SONG. Plaine far-atretching and unbroken. And KI onwarda, onwards roam, YE black and ro iaheyea, To my garden and my home ! If ye commanf‘ Each house in ruin lies, But how cornea it then to asap No town can stand. All this gives no joy, alas T- And shall my bosom’s chain,- I was rav’ishcd by her sight, This plaster wdl, - By her eyes eo fair and brighq To think one moment, deign,- By her footstep soft and light. Shall it not fall P ._ . -- 64 WFXS OF QOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 66 NEXT FSSPRING. AT MIDNIGHT HOUR. !hm bed of flowers 'Mongst all the bloseome Loosens amain, That fairest are, . The beauteous snowdrops M sweetheart's sweetness Drop o'er the plain. L sweetat far; AT midnight hour I went, not willingly, The crocus opens U on me ever A little, little bo yon churchyard past, Its glowing bud, %er glances light, To Father Vicar's Ouse ; the stareon high Like emeralds others, M song they waken On all arouud, theirE beauteous radiance ceet, Others, like blood. %€y words make bright. At midnight hour. With saucy bwsture An ever open Primroses flare, And blooming mind, And when, in 'ourne ing o'er the path of life, And roguish violets In sport, unsulhed, M love I JloweJ as she onward moved, Hidden with care ; In earnest, kind. Witt stsm aud northern lights o'erhead in uttrifk And wl~atsoevcr Though roses and liliea (hing and corninu, perfect bliis I proved There stirs and strives, BYsummer are brought, At mi%nlght hour. The Spring's contented, A Inet my sweetheart Until at length .thefull moon, lustre-fraught, It works and thrives. %evSila he naught. Burst thro' the Floom wherein she was enshrined i + And then the willlng, active, rapid thought Around the a~t,as round the future twined, midnight hour. SWISS SONG. It UP in themountain O'er the meadow + I was asitting, I was wing, With tho bird there And there saw the To THE RISING FULL MOON. As my guest, Bntterflies, &bur& dugnot, ßlithely singing, Sipping, dancing, 26th 11138. Blithely springing, Flymg, glancing, WILTthou'suddenly enshroud thee, And building And charming Who this moment wert EO nigh? , His nost. The eyes. Heavy rising masses cloud thee, Thou art hidden from mine eye. In the garden And then came my I was mtanding, Dem Hansel, Yet my sadness thou well knowest, And the bee there And I showed them Gleaning sweetly as a star I That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest, Saw RE well, With glee, Blming, humming, Sipping, quaffing, Though my loved one may be far. Going, coming, And he, laughing, U ward mount then ! clearer, milder, And building Sweet kisses !kobed in splendor far more bright l His cell. Gave me. Though my heart with grief thrcbs wilder, a FrauRht with rapture is the night 1. POEMS OF’GOETBE. 67 Ha p his breast, with pureness bleswd, . THE BRIDEGROOM.* the dark eyes ’neath his eyelmaws plaoed, I =PT, -%was midnight, -in my boaom woke, With fpll many a beauteous line are As though ’twere day, my loveo’edowi~~gheart ; Happy hie breast, with pureness bleaae To me it seetned lie mht,when day first broke; Soon aa seen, thy love must be confemed. What ie’t to me, whate’er it may impart P His month is red-its power I dread, She was away ; the world’s unceaaing strife On hia lips morn’s fragrant incense lieg For her alone I suffered though the heat . Round hie lips the cooling re hyr sighs. Of sultry day ; oh, what refreshing life His mouth is red -ita power fdread, At cooling eve !-my guerdon was cornphte. With one glance €rom him, all sorrow’s fled. The sun now set, and wand’ring hand in hand, . His blood ia true, hie heart bold tao, His last and blissful look we greeted then ; In his soft arma, stren While epJe our oyes, aa they each otherscanned: . And hie face with “From the far esst, Ict’e truet, he’ll comc again !” Es blood ia true, At midnight !- the bri ht stare, in vieion blest, Blest the one whom those dear mms may woo I (raide to the thresh013 where ehe slumbers calm ; Oh, be it mine, there too at len h to re~t,- Yet howaoe’or thie prove, lifeet S full of charm ! GYPSY LSONG. hr the drinlingmist, with the snow high-piled, ln the winter night, in the forest wild, SUCH,SUCH IS WHO PLEASETH I heard the wolves with their ravenow howl, HE ME. I heard the screaming note of the ow1 : FLY, dearest, fly ! He is not nigh ! - Wille naWau waul He who foulid thee one fair morn in aprine ‘Wille wo wo wo ! In the wood where thou thy fli ht didat wmg. Wit0 hu! Fly, dearest, fly ! He ie not nigh7 L shot, one da a oat in the ditoh- Never reste the foot of cvil spy. The dear bdcatof Anna the witch; Hark ! flutes’ sweet strdns and love’s refrains Upon me, at ni ht, seven were-wolvea orne down, Raacl~the loved one, borne them b the wind, Seven women #ley w9re, from out of the town. In the soft heartopen doora they 2nd. Wille Wau Wau Wau ! Hark! flutes’ sweet strains and love’s refrains Wille wo ! wo l wo ! Hark !- yet blieaful love their ocho ph. Wit0 hu! Ereot his head, and firm his tread, I knew them all ; a I knew them straight ; Raven hair around his emooth brow strap, First, Anna, then d&ulr, Eve, and Kate, On his cheeks a spring eternal lays. And Barbnm, Li-, and Bet as well: Erect hi# head, and firm his treat$ And forming a ring, they began to yell: And by graco hie ev’ry step is led. Wille wau Wau, wan ! *~~~~eE~~w~~~.dth.nord,bntthe~,w~itbu Wille wo wo wo ! tìK4kueulbgai ktwtht#. Wit0 hu! ...... - . - .. , -;:q ...... --- WEME OF QOETHE. 69 Then called I their namea with an Thy father, dead lies he, ‘6 Whst wouldstthou, Anna? a?zidlt thon, The trembling townemen flee, Bet 7 ” Adown the street the blood runs free; At hearing my voice, themselves tbey shook, Oh, whitber shall we flee? And howh and yelling, to fight they took. w!ie Wau Wau Wau I The churches ruined lig Wille wo wo wo ! The houses burn on high, Wito ! The Mofa they smoke, the flamee out fly, Lu Into the street then hie! No aafetT there they meet ! The soldlers fill the mtreet, THE DESTRUCTION OF MAGDEBURG. With fire and sword the wreck complete: ’ safety thore they meet I LDbrrilnoeaonountoftheiMulmokoiypbygl w,fiw,‘9 the Bo RdltGT#~the ht# a?# War.] Jeu lml,I3eeEcHILLEB’S Down falls the houses’ line, OE, Mweburg the town ! Where now is thine or mine P Fair mmda thy beaut crown, That bundle yonder ia not thine, Thy charms fair maid a and matrons crown; Thou flying maiden mine! Oh, Magdeburg tho town ! The women sorrow sore, Where all so blooming standa, The maidens far, far more. Advance fierce Tillfa bands ; The living are no virgina more : O’er gardens and o er well-tilled lande Thus Tilly’s troop make war? Advance fierce Tilly’s bands. m .- Now Tilly’s at the gate. Our homes who’l1,liberate 7 FINNISH BONG. Go, loved one, hasten to the gate, li the loved one, the well-known one, And dare the combat etraight ! Should return tu he departed, On bis lips would ring my kiasee, There is no need &B yet, Though the wolfs blood might have dyed them ; However fierce histhreat ; And a heart graap I’d give him, Thy may cheekd I’ll kiaa, sweet pet I Though hie &erends were serpents. There is no need as yet. Wind I Oh, if thou hadst but reaaon, My longing makes me pale. Word for word in turns thou’dst carry, Oh, what can wealth avail? E’en though some perchance might perish E’en now thy father may be pde. ’Tween two lovers a6 far distant. Thou makeat my courage fail. All choice morada I’d dis ense ‘with, - Oh, mother, gire me bread I TablefleRh of prieste negPect, too, Is then my father dead 7 Sooner than renounce my lover, Oh, mother, one emall cruet of bread! Whom, in sulnnwr lmving vanquished, Oh ! what misfortune dread l I in winter tamed still longer. 70 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEm OF WE-. 71 TRE PARTING. DEPRESSION. ~ZTmine eyes the farewell make thee, &BEB, ah, how fair Je be I Whioh my li refuse to e eak ; Ye arefading, dym l ~oornme not, fto fade gee, Ye shouldwith my la& be, . Makea my very manhood weak. On her bosom lying ; AN our bloom is loat on me, Joylees in our 'oy'a eclipse, love, dre despairing, sighing. Are love's to;c ens, ehe divine, Cold the &ea of thy lips, love, Oh, the Idendreams I nuraed, Damp the hand that's locked in mine. Ere I Eew thy scorning, When I poured my passionfirst, Onoe thy lip, to touch it only, And at break of mornin To my mu1 has aent a thnll, Plucked the rosebuds ere tf ey burat, Sweeter than the violet lonely, For thy breads adorning! Plucked in March-time by the rill. Every bit and floweret rare, Garlands never more I'll faabion, To th feet I bore it, Roeee twine n.o more for thee ; Fondly nelt, to see thee there, Spring is here, but, ah, my paasion, Bendingz fondly o'er it, Autumn dark baa come for me I Gating on thy face so fair, To revere, adore ìt. ON TEE NEW YEAR. Rosee, ah ! how fair ye be I [aampaddor.~put).thatawdtomeet,~~.taorth.'r Ye are fading, dyin ! houme..] . Ye ehould with my dybe, FATEnow allows us, On her boaom lying ; 'Twixt the departing All our bloom.ia lost op me, And the upstarting, $ere despairmg, eighmg. E~p5ttoheb:L of Memory oheriehed, Future and periahed SORROW WITHOUT CONSOLATION. Moments we sec. O, ~EIEEEBOBE shouldatthou try ' Seaaons of anPieh,- The teare of love to dry P Ah, they must ever Na let them flow I Truth from woe sever, $ir didet thou only know, Love and joy part ; How barren and how dead Da s still rnorc worthy Seems everything below, doon will unite ua, To those who have not teare enou h to ahed, Fairer songa light ne, !L'hou'dst rather bid them weep, and seo5 their aom- Strengtlllqi~lgthe Ireart. fort so. ...... - -- - Y POEM0 OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF WETEE. 78 We, thus united, My brother eanght the celbmaid, Think of, with ladneas, And suffered her no rest; ’ Rapture and sa!uesq She ve hima refreshing draught, Sorrow now fliea. A%& too, she impreseed. O, how myaterious Fortune’s direction.I M oouem is a prudent wight, Old the connection, %‘he cook’s by him adored ; New-born the prim ! He turns the B it round ceaseleealp, Thank, for thie, Fortune, To gain love7 B sweet reward. Waverin blindly! . We six together then began Thank afthat kindly A ban uet to coneume, , Fate may bestow ! When lo a fourth pair singing came, Revel in change’s And dancedP into the room. Impulses clearer, Love far sincerer, . Weloome were they,- and welcome, too, More heartfelt glow. Wss a fifth jovialp Over the old one, Brimful of new4 an stored with tales Wrinkles collected, And jests both new and m. Sad and dejected, For riddlea, spirit, raillery, . Oth.ern may vlew ; And wit, a lam remained ; But, on UI gently Shineth a true one, A &th pair t!t en our cirale joined, And so that prim wam gained. And to the new one We, too, are new. And yet, to make UE trul bleat, Am a fond cou le One missed we, and fu5 sore ; ’Midst the l?ance veering, A true and tender couple oame,- Firnt dirrappearing, We needed then no more. Then rea pear, . so let dction The mial ban uet now goes on. Guide thro’ life’s mazy Unchequere8 by allo The sacred doublenumEra then Pathways BO hazy Into the year. Let all at once enjoyI ANNIVERSARY SONG. Thll little ron8 d&bm thedlfferwt membem of Fe j& THE ,SPRING ORACLE. mkem of.] WHYpacest thou, my neighbor fair, OH,prophetio bird ea bright, The garden all done ? Bloeeom-sonpter, cuckoo hight ! If house and land thou eeck’st to guard, In the faireat time of year, I’d thee m mistress own. Deareet bird, oh ! deign to hear 74 POEMS OF QOETEE. POEME OF UOETHE 76 What a youthful pair would pray ; Do thou call, if hope they may ; THEHAPPYCO~ Thy cuckoo, thy cuck-00, Ever more cuck-oo, cuck-ooI AFTEB these vernal raina That we eo warmly eought, Heareet thou ? A loving pair Dear wife, see how our plaine Fain would to the altar fare.; With bleaeinge eweet are fraught I Yea I a pair in ha py youth, We oset our dimtant . Full of virtue, fui of truth. Far in the misty bE I0 the hour not fixed by fate? Here gentle love still etraye, Say, how long muet they still wait? Here dwelle etill rapture trae. Hark I cuck-oo ! hark I cuck-oo I Silent yet I for ehame, cuck-oo I !l’hou eee’st whither go Yon pair of pipone white, . ’Tie’not our fault, certsinly I Where ewelling noleta blow Only two years patient be I Round sunny foliage bright. But if we ouraelvea please here, ’Twm there we gathered firet . Will pGps-papy appear ? A nosegay 88 we roved ; Know that thou It more kindneee do us, There into flame firetbnret Moro thoult pro he0 unto us. The passion that we proved. One ! cuckoo I &o Tcuck-00 I Ever\ ever, cucho, ~a~k-00,coo 1 Yet when, with pli hted troth, The rieat behelf ns h, If we’ve calculated clearly, Home hmthe altar both, We have half a dozen nearly. With many a youthful pair, - E pod promiees we’ll give, Then other moons had birth, . W& thou eay how long we’ll live P And many a beanteons eun, Trul we’llconfern to thee, Then we had ained the earth we+iPprolong it willingly. Whereon li Be’e race to run. COO, cUck-00, COO, Cuck-oO I coo, coq coq coq coo, coo, COO, 00% cool A hundred thousand fold The mighty bond wm sealed ; Life ie one continuedfeast- In woods, on mountaine cold, (If we keep no ecore, at lemt). In bnshes, in the field, If now we together dwell, Within the wall, in caveg Will true love remain BB well 4 And on the craggy height, For if that should e’er decay, And love, e’en o’er the wavea, Happinee9 would pm0 away. Bore in hie tube the light. COOCUOkQO, COO CuCk-00, coo, coo, COO$ coo, coo, coo, coo, coq o001 Contentad we remained, (Gmcehlly in i~dtunr.1 We deemed oulaelveea pair ; Twlur otherwise ordained, For, lo I a third wm there ; 76 WEM8 OF WE=. WEM8 OF GO-. TI A fourth, fifth, sixth a peared, And every one makes hante And sat around our %osrd ; To join the dance with glee ; And now the plants we've reared While thon with wreaths hast graced High o'er our heads have soared ! The youngest children three. How fair and pleasant looks, To sound of 0ute audhorn On yonder beauteous s t, The time ap Bara renewed, Embraced by oplar-brooT a, When we, in Pove's young morn, The newly B nlshed cot! In the glad dance upstood ; Who is it them that sits And perfect bliis I know In that glad home above? Ere the year's courae ia run, Ls't not our darling Fritz For to the font we go With his own darling love ? With graudeon and with eon! Beside yon precipice, Whenoe pent-up watem steal, And, leaving the abyss, Fall foaming through the wheel, - Though eople often tell Of miP lerd wives m, fair, Yet none can e'er excel Our dearest daughter there! h eve hour of joy , Yet where the thick-eet green That7 ove and wine prolong, Stands round yon church and sod, The moments we'll employ Where theold fir-tree's seen To carol forth this song l -Alone tow'rd heaven to nod, - We're gathered in His name, 'Tis there the ashes lie Whoae power hath brought M herer Of our untimely dead ; He kindled first our 0ame, From earth our gaze on high He bids it bum more clear. By their blest memory's led. ' Then 'Iadly glow to-nigh& See how yon hill is bright Anißlet our heartscombine ! With billowy-waving arms ! U l quaff with fresh delight Thc force returna, whose migkt thia @asa of sparklmg wine! Bas vanquished war's alarms. Up ! had the jo ous hour, Who proudly hastens here And let your Las be true; With wreathencircled brow ? With eaoh new bond of power 'Tia like our child eo dear !- The old becomes the new ! Thus Charles comes homeward now. That dearest honored guest Who in our circle livea, Is welcomcd by thc bride ; And is not happy there? She makes the true one blest, True libert it gives, At the glad festal tide. And bder's love so fair. PO- OF WETBE. 79 And thyaelf, what erat at lernt Thas heart and heart through life Firm rn rocks appeared to rise, With mutual love are filled ; Walls and palaces thou seat And by no causelem strife But with Our union e'er is chilled. Our hopes a God has orowned With lifediacernment free, And all we view around, Renews our ecstaay. Ne'er by caprice oppreseed, And the had, EO true and warm, Our blies 18 ne'er destroyed ; Ever raised in charity, More heely throbs our breast, And the cunning-fashioned form, - By fancies ne'er alloyed. All are now changed utterly. And what used to bear thy name Where'er our foot we set, When upon gon spot it stood, The m6m lie's path extends, Lie a rollmg tllow me, And brighter, bri hter yet Hmtening on to join the flood. Our gaze on hig7 1 amenda. We howno grief or pain, Be then the beyinq found Though all thin@ fall and rim; With the en m unlson, Long ma we thus remain I Swifter than the forms around Etern 89 be our ties I Are themselves now fleeting on I Thank the merit in th7 breant, Thank the mould mthin thy heart, CONSTANCY IN CHANGE. That the Muses' favor blest I Ne'er WUperish, ne'er depart. COULD th% early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour1 + But e'en now the humid west Scatters man a vernal shower. TABLE SONG. Slmuld tho ved urc give me joy? ir 'Tis to it I owe thc shade; . II soon will storms ita bloom destroy, .! Soon will Autumn bid it fade. O'EB me, -how I cannot say,- E rly thy portion seize, Heavenly rapture's growing. rthoa wouldmt yoesese the fruit I n Will it help to pide my way Fant begin to ripen these, To yon stam all-glowmg P And the rest already to shoot. Pet that here I'd moner be, With each heavy storm of rain To wert I'm able, Chanp comes o'er thy valley fair; Where, with wine and harmony, Onoe, a ! bllt not agam I may thump the table. c8n the same stream hold thee e'er, I I 80 POEME OF GOETHE. POEME OF QOETHE. 81 Wonder not, my deareat friendo, Broader now the streamrolle on, What 'tis givea me pleaaure ; With ita wavee more swelling, For of dl that earth e.er lends, While in higher, nobler tone, 'Tia the eweeteet treaanre. Comndea, we are dwellin - ' Therefore solemnly I swear, We who with collected mi& With no reservation, Brave1 cling together, That maliciously I'll ne'er Both in1 ortune'e eunshine bright, Leave my present etation. And in stormy weather. Now that here we're athered rom& Just aa we are thered thus, Chasing cares and Bf umbers, Othere are COg. lected ; Let, methought, the goblet mund On them, therefore, aa on ue, To the bard's glad numbers I Be Fate's smile directed I Many a hundred milo away, From the spring-head to the%e4 Go thoee we love dear1 Many a mill's revolving, Thorefore let us here to& And the world's prospenty Make the glass ring clearly ! Is the tmk I'm solving. Here's B8health through whom we live ! I that faith inherit. To our king the next tosetgive, WONT AND DONE. Honor merit, ia h3 I EIAVE loved ; for the íìrat time with pmaion I rave ! 'Gainst each in and outward foe I tben wm the servant, but now am the slave ; He's our rock and tower. I then WBB the servant of all : Of his maintenance thinke he though, By this creature so charming I now am faat bound, More that gowe his power. To love and love's guerdon she turns all around, Next to her good health I drink, And her my aole miatrese I call. Who has stirred my pauaion ; Of hie miatrese let each think, I've had faith ;for thefiret time my faith is now strong I Think in knightly fnehion. And though mattera go strangely, though mattere go If the beauteous nuaid but me wrong, Whom 'tis I now call so, To the ranks of the 'faithful I'm true : Let her emiling nod to me: Though ofttimes 'twaa dark, and though ofttimes 'twa u Here's my love's health dm." drear, In the reaaure of need, and when dauger waa near, To thoee friends, -the two or three,- get the dawning of light I now view. Be our next toaet given, In whose presence revel we, I have eaten ;but ne'er have thus relished my food I In the silent even, - For when glad are thesenees and joyous the blood, Who the gloomy miet eo cold At table all elec is effaced : Scatter gently, lightly ; As for youth, it but ewdlows, then whiatles an air; To those friends, then, new or old, AE for me, to a jovial resort I'd repair, Let the toast ring brightly. Where to eatand enjoy what I'd taate. 82 POEM8 OF GOETHE. OEMB OF QOETEE. 88 I have drunk ; but have never thus relished the bowl! another For wine makes UE lords, and enlivens the sod, The falee one nought lord, And loosens the trembling slave's tongue. With the trueone I waa greatly bored, ïÆt's seek not to 0 are then the heart-atirring drink, The best oould not dord. For though in the?l arrel the old wine may smk, To travel next I did apply, In its place will famt mellow the young. Hurrah I I have danoed, and ta dancing am pled d by a vow I From how and kindred c& did fly, Though no caper or waltz may be rave about now, Allah1 In a dancc that's becoming, whirl round. Pm pleaeed with nothing I bave seen, - And he who a nosegay of flowers has dressed, !l'hg food wae coarse, the bed not dean, And we0 not for one any more than the rest, None knew what I did mean. With a garland of love is aye crowned. On honora next my heart I set, Then once more be merry, and banish all woe01 Hurrah I For he who but gathers theblossoming me, But lo I my neighbor mmdid get, By ita thorns will be tickled alone. Ah ah1 Tdaystill, as yesterday, glimmers the star ; And when I had advanced my name Take care from all heads that hang down to keep far, The fob did look askance, and blame And make but the future thmeown. Aa though I hurt their fame. 4 ;-e,,,ßtg I set my heart on fi' hting then, Cl Hurrah.P \ VANITAS, VANITATTJM VBNITUS. /i*. And many a battle we did gain, Ah ah1 ! I I . nothing hava I set my heart, ON We marohed the foeman's country through, ... l. Hurrah I . So inthe world I bearmy part, Much profit there did not accrue,- Hurrah ! My le0 lose there I rue. And whoso will be friend of mine Now I have aet m heart on naught, Must join with me, and not decline Humdl To clink a glass of wine. !Che whole world to my feet is brought, I set my hcart on goods and wealth, Ah Sb! Hurrah l My 00ng and feaat to end I'm fain, I lost thereb my nerves and health, So every one your glaise8 drain, - durrah I Let not a drop main! The coins they rolled off far and wide, And what with onc hand I did hide, In t'other would not bide. FORTUNE OF WAR. On woman next I act my heart, Hurrah ! NAUQHTmore accursed in war I know hmthem I suffered many a smart, Than getting off scot free ; Allah! Inured to danger, on we go In oonstant viotory ; 84 PO- OF'GOETHE. POE= OF QOlETHE. 86 We first unpeok, then paok ngain, A third arrives in equal haste, With only thh reward, At len h the all are there, atwhea we're marohii we oomplain, And in tg mid&e he is laoed And when in c'upp arecred. Of the whole bandso &r I The time for billeting comes next, - The peaaaut curaes it ; Faoh nobleman is sorely vexed, 'Tis hated by the cit. Be civil, bad though be thy food, Our coat and breast to diiht. The clowns politely treat ; Say if a better fate can e'er If to our hasts we're ever rude, A son of Mars pursue ! Jail-bread we're foroed to eat. 'Midst tears at length we go from there, Beloved and honored, too. And when the cannon growl around, . And small arms rattle clear, And trumpet, troh hnd drums remand, COPTIC SONG. We merry all appear; And as it in the fight may chance, HOWE'EBthey may wrangle, your undita and mgea, We yield, then charge amain, And love of contention infeots P 1a the breed, Aqd now retire, and now advance, All the philosophers, search through all ages, And yet a cross ne'er gain. Join with one voioe in the following creed: At length there cornes a musket+ball, Fools from their folly 'tia hopeless to stay I And hits the leg, le& heaven ; Mulea will be mules, b the law of their mulishness; And then our troub3 es vanish all, Then be advised, and Peave foolsto their foolishness, For to the town we're driven, What from an ass oan you get but a bray P ' (Well covered by the victor's foroe), When Bferlin I questioned, the old neoromanoer, Where we in wrath SFt came, - A0 halo'd with light in his coffln he lay, The women, frightened then, of course, I got from the wizard a similar anawer, Are loving now and tame. And thus ran the burden of what he did my. . Cellarand heart are openedwide, Fooh hmtheir folly 'tis hopeless to stay I The cook's sllowed no rest ; Mulea will be mules, b the bw of their mulishness ; While beds with softest down supplied Then be advised, and Peave foolsto their fooliahnees, Are b our members pressed. What from an ass oan be got but a bray? The nimt le lada upon ua wait, And up on the windrwe t peaks of Armenia, No sleep the hostess takes ; And down in the deptls, far hid from the day, Her ahift 1s torn in pieces straight,- Of the tem lea of Egypt and far Abyssinia What wondrous lmt it makea ! This, anB but this, was the gos el dway : If one has tended carefnlly Fools from their folly 'tis hopeP ass to stay I The hero's wounded limb, Mulee will be mules, by the law of their mulishnem ; Her nei hbor cannot rest, for she Then be adviaed, and leave fools to their fooliahnaq Has a%o tended him. What from an aus mu be got but a bray 4 . .. - ..____.. b ..-. .. 86 POEMS OF WETHE. 87 l’ve too =ked young gentlemen, ANrnHEB. Who are far from haughty, , And whosepursee are well stooled, Gol obedient to my call, Well behaved, not naughty. Turn to profit thy youn dayu, Theee eapecially I ssked, Wiser make betimes 8..breast ! All propwed attending. In Fate’e balance a~ it sway% Johnny, go and look around ! . Seldom is the cock at rest ; Are theyhither wending P Thou muet either mount, or fall, Thou muet either rule and win, Men I eummoned yith reepect, Or submissively give in, Who their own wive^ treasure ; Trinmph, or else yield to clamor: Who in ogling ohFair Be the anvil m the hammer. Never take a pleasure. To my greetk.-t they replie& 4 All propose attending. Johnny, go and look around l OPEN TABLE. Are they hither wending P h a guest I’d see *y, men to make our joy oomplete, Met to taste my diehe! l Poeta I invited, Food in plenty ia prepered, Who love 0th~~~’eong far mom Bir&, and ame, and fishes. Than what us indited. Invitatione alß have had, All aoceded to my wiah, AU proposed attending. All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Johnny, go and look around P Are they hither wending? ate they hither wending P Pretty gkls I hope to eee, Not a single one appeara, Dear and guilelese mimeg. None seem thia way posting. Ignorant how sweet it is All the soup boils fast away, -Giving tender &es. Joints are over-roaatin Invitations all have had, Ah, I fear that we have fien AU propoaed attending. Rather too unbending l Johnny, go and look around l Johnny, tell me what you think! Are they hither wending 4 None are hither wending. Women also I expwt, Johnny, run, and quickly bring Loving toward their epousee, Other pesta to me now ! Whoee rude grumbling in their breaSta Eaoh amving ss he is- Greater love but MUEM. Zkzt”e the plan, I see now. Invitations they’ve had, too, In the town at once ‘tie known All propoeed at.tending. Every one’s commending. Johnny, go and look around ! Johnny, o en all the doom : Are they hither wending? All ere tither wending ! , . . . ._ . . . c: . . -..- PO- OF QOE!CHE. 89 !I!EE RECKONING. I bethought me of .vydut And m oourage ewelle g,appeg LEADEB. So I spo’J ed the ras cal'^ beauty, . ILET no carea now hover o’er um I Slashing him 8(110~the face. . Let the wine unsparing run I Wilt thou qwell our merry chorus P CHOBUB. Haet thou all thy duty done P . Surely we for wine may languish I Let the bumper then go round ! BOLO. For all sighs and pme of anguish Two young folks -the thin is curiourn- Thou tdey in JOY haat drowned. Loved each other ; yeeterfa[ Both quite mild, tday quite urious, BOLO. Next day, quite the dence to pay I Brief must be my explanation, 3f her neck she there was et00 mg, For I really have done naught. Free from trouble and vexation, He muet h needs pullhis flair. I revived their spirita drooping, I B land lord'^ bwiness bought. And they’re now a happy pair. There I’ve done with all due ardor, AU that dut ordered me ; CHOBUS. Eaoh one ankeJ me for the lardor, Surely we for wine may languish I And there waa no scarcity. Let the bumper then go round I CHOBUB. For all sighs and pansof anguieh Surely we for wine may languish! Thou tday in JOY heet drowned. . Let the bumper then go round I BOLO. For all signs and pansof anguish Wb onng orphan, all this wailingP . Thou today in JOY haat drowned. gzuld toheaven that I were dead I LEADEB. For my guardian’scraft prevailing Each should thus make proclamation Soon will make me beg my bread.” Of what he did well today ! Knowing well the rdgenu% That’s the match whose conflagration Into court I dragged the knave ; Should inflame our tuneful lay. Fair the juagea were between us, Let it be our precept ever And the maiden’s wealth did save. . To admit no wavercr here ! CHOBUB. For to act the good endeavor, Surely we for wine may languish I None but WC& meek appear. Let the burnper then go round I CHOBUB. For all sighs and pans of anguieh surely we for wine may languish 1 Thou today in joy hast drowned. Let the bumper then go romd ! BOLO. For all eighe and groans of anguish To a little fellow, quiet, We have now in rapture drowned. Unpretending and subdued, TRIO. Hae a big clown, running riot, Let each merry minstrel enter’ Been toilay extremely rude. He’s right welcome to our hall I W) POEMS OF WETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 81 'Tie but with the eelf-tormentor That we are not liberal ; GE- CONTESSION. For we fear that hie ospriccs, IN thie noble ring today . That his eyebrows dark and sad, Let my warning shame ye ! That hie grief that never cemes Listen to my eolemn voice, - Hide an empty heart, or bad. Seldom doea it name ye. CHOltUB. Many a thing have e intended, No one now for wine shall languish! Many a thin have r;dly ended, Here no minstrel shall be found, And now f must blame ye. Who all sighu and groans of anguish At some moment in our lives Hm not first in rapture drowned ! We must dl repent us! So confese, with pioue truat, - . .. All your sine momentous ! Error'e orooked pathways ehnnning, Let us, on the straight road running, nolrenrlly knou,rrpoem is dao ta be ioundia Wilhelm UeiJW.] Honeetly content m ! 6' KNOWEBT thou the land wlme citron-applea bloom, Ye0 1. we've oft, when waking, dreamed, And orangee like gold in leafy gloom, Let'e confeee it ri htly ; A gentle wind from deep blue heaven blows, Left undrained the %rimming cup, The myrtle thick, and hlgh the laurel grows P When it sparkled bri htly ; Knowest thou it then? Many a shepherd'shou 9e eoft blbbeq 'Tis there I 'Tie there I Man a dear mouth's flying kiese0 O my true loved one, thou with me muet go I d've neglected lightly. Mute and dent have we eat, u Knowest thon the house, ita porch with pillare tall, The roome do glitter, glitters bright the hall, Whilst theblmkheade prated, And nlarble statuee stand, and look eaoh one : And above e'en eong divine What's this, poor child, to thee they've done P Have their babblings rated ; Knoweet thou it then P To sacount we'vo even oalled ne 'Tie there I 'Tis there! For the moments that enthralled ne, O my protector, thou with me muet go I With enjoyment freighted. If thou'lt absolution grant uKnowest thoutho hill, the bridge that hang on To thy trneone0 ever, clouds, We,to execute thy will, The nlulee in mist grope o'er the torrent loud, Cemelese will endeavor, In cavee lay coiled the dragon's ancient hood, From half-messures strive to wean ne, The crag leaps down, and over it the flood : Wholly, fairly, well demean g Knoweet thou it then P Regting, flagging never. 'Tis there ! 'Tie there I At all blockheads we'll at onoe Our way rune ; O my father, wilt thou go P" Let our laugh ring clearly, And thepearly-foaming wine ga POEM8 OF GOETHE. POE?&SOFGOETHE. , 98 Never sip atmerely. Ne’er with e e alone give kisses, THE MINSTREL. But with bolYdness suck in blissem ~íbpoemIrMtwedInthemwndbookdWilklrdC6btd From those lips loved dearly. “What tunefu! strains salute mine em + Without tho castle walls P Oh, let the son re-echo here, ERGO BlBAMUS ! Within our Bestal hah !” Bore a praiseworthy object we’re now gathered here, Thus spake the king, the page onthied ; So, brethren, sing : ERGOBIBAMCB ! .% The boy returned ;the monarch cried : Tho’ taik may be hushed, yet the gluses ring clear, K Admit the old man yonder !” Remember thon, Eaoo BIBAXUB ! .i “AU hail, ye noble lords to-night I In truth ’tis an old, ’tis an excellent word, Al1 bail, ye beauteous dames ! With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirred, Star laced by eter ! What heavenly sight And an echo the festal Ilal1 filling is heard, doe’er can tell their names P A glorious EBGOUIRAXUB ! Within thisFlittering hall sublime, closed mme eyes. ’tis not the time I saw mine own love in her beauty EO rare, Be me to feaat my wonder.” And bethought me of: EBGOBIBAHUS ; Fm So I gently ap roached, and she let me stand there, The minstrel strsightwayclosed his eye& While helped myself, thinking : ! P Bm~mrs And woke B thrdling tone; And when she’s appcnrcd, and will clasp you and fie, . The knights looked on in knightlv guise, Or when those embraces and kiases ye mlss, Fair looks toward earth were thrown. Take refuge, till found is clorne worthier bliss, The monarch, ravished by the strain, In tho comforting EBGOBIDAMUE I Bade them bring forth a golden chain, I am called by my fatefar away from each hiend ; . To be his numbed guerdon. Ye loved ones, then :Erno RIBAYUEI With wallet lightrlailen from Rcnce I muet wend, u The golden chain give not to me, So doublc our EBGOBIBAYUB I But give the chain to those Whate’er to hie treasure the niggard may add, In whose bold face we shivered see Yet regard for thc joyous m-ill ever be had, . The lances of our foes. For gladness lends ever ita charms to the Or ‘ve. it t6 th chancellor there ; lad, other bu ene he may bear So, brethren, sing : ERGOBIBAMUE Wi K 7 Thie one more golden burden. And what shall we say of tday as it flies ? I thought but of :ERGO BAM MUE ! ‘6 I sing, like birds of blitheeome note, ’Tis one of thorn truly that scldom arise, That in thebranches dwell ; So again and yin Ring : BLEAMUE! Tbe song that rises from t.he throat a w1 wpen portal it guideg Re ays the minstrel well. clouds a~ the ourtain dividea, One Lon I’d crave, if not too bold- ono, to greet UE in glide4 One bumper in a cup of gold While we thunder our : ERGWBIBAXUE. Be as my guerdon given.” ...... 84 POEME OF GOETHE. POEMS OF OOETHE. 95 The bowl he raised, the bowl he ded: As here we me fair lads and laseee, 66 O drink, with SOJ~CO fraught.? But not B sign of oxen or assee, O, house thrice-blest, where such a draught We know that wo have gone atray, A trifling gift is thought ! And 80 go further on our way. When Fortunesmileu, remember me, And as I thank you heartily, As warmly thank ye, Heaven I I’ . EPIPHANIAS, OF THE EXUED AND EET-G Com. !I’EE three holy km with thcir atar’s bright ray,- begm to write fan oppar called LIInmaMl. founded upon the They eat and they rink, but had rather not pay; trdltion whtab formr the nubjaject of thir W,but he never OUM f ont hin defdgn.1 They like to eat and drink away, They eat anddrink, but had rather notpay. COMEin, dear old man, come inside, do come on! D0w.n here in the hall we shall be quite alone, The three holy kin@ have all come hem, And the gatewe will lock altogether. In numbers not four, but three they appear; For, mother ie pra ing, and father is gone And if a fourth joined the other thrce, To shoot the wir d wolves on the heather. Increased by one their number would be. Oh ! sing UE a tale, then again and again, The first am I, - the fair and thewhite, That my brother and I learn the measure ; I ought to be seen when the aun shines bright . To hear a fine minstrel we shall be 80 fain, But, alae ! with all my spices and myrrh, The children will lieten with pleseure. No girl now likes me, -I please not her. ‘6 In terror of night, durin hostile attack, The next am I, -the brown and the long, On houRe full of splendor %e%turning hie bk, Known well to women, known well to song, His most precious thine he did bury. Instead of spices, ’ti6 gold I bear, The wicket to open the count is not dack ; And EO I’m welcome everywhere. What, then, in hie arms does he carry? What, under his mantle may hidden he keep? ’ The laat am I, - the black and small, And fain would be right merry withal. What beam he to distance, what treasure? I like to eat and to drink full mcmure, His daughter it is, thore the child is. asleep n - I eat and drink, and give thanks with pleaanre. The children are list’ning with pleaaure. The three holy kin are friendly and mild, The morning is breaking, the world is BO wid% They seek the Motrw,and seek the Child ; In valleys and mountainß does shelter abide, The pions Joseph is sitting b The villagers kinilnesu are showing ; The ox and the ass on their &ter lie. A minstrel, thus long he must wadyand stride, His beard long and longer is groyng; We’re bringing plil, we’re bringing myrrh, But lovely WS also the child on h~sarm, The women incense alwnp prefer ; As thongh ho of wealth had rich nleasure ; And if we have wine of a TOI thy growth, His mantle protects her from every harmI’ - We three to drink like siu ax, not loth. The children are 1ist’ning.with pleaaure. -...... - . .._ .- . , ...... _ ...... -.- 96 POEMS OF GOETUE. POEME OF GOE!CHE. ’ 97 And time many years in ita course onward draga, Till burete what hie spirit dietresses : The mantle is faded, it has fallen to rap, (6 You bewarly brood, high nobilit E blight l It could her not hold any longer. My patience you’ve tried beyond measure ; You brin8 me deatruction ! It serves me quite rightn- The chddren hear this with displessure. The noble old man stands with look darting fire, The men who have seized him still farther retire, With fur the other is flaring ! ‘6 Oft curmeB have I wedlock so mean and EO dire, Up rides a princely and chivalrous knight, Such blossoms such fruits e’er are bearing l She reaches her hand ont, an alms to invite; ‘Tis juatly denied, that wpàred be, the grace It is not such gift he would grant her. E’er can, of nobility’s treasure. : The tcndcr hand graspin with full, manly might The begphm borne me a bemarly race ” - &Forlife,’ he euclximetf 61do want her!’ The children still list with dlspleaeure. &Wiltmake her L princess P’ the old man replied, Dost recognize her 88 thy trcnsure P And if thus the husband, the father rejecte Then be she betrothed on this verdant hillaide !”’- Yon, mhly themom sacred ties disconnecte, The children are list’ning with pleaaure. You’ll find in your grandeire a father l The beggar your father EO little respeots The priest, in the holy place, blesses the pair, Will honor and wealth for you gather. With jo and with grief she now hence doth repair, This castle ie mine ! Thou dldst rob me of it; She liccs not topart with her father. I know where I’ve hid edry treasure ; The old mau is wand’ring now here and now there, I bear with me warrant by royal hand writ !” - From pain he doth happiness ather. The children are list’ning. with pleasure. Thus have I for ears kept my daughter in sight, My grandahilk like her, a sweet treasure ; Legitimate king has returned to bis land, I bless them by day andI bless them by night ” - Gives back what W= taken from true followers’ band, The childrcn are list’ning with pleasure. Laws gentle and mild is proolaiminF” He blesses the clddrcn, he blesses them twice; The old man thus spoke with a look kmd. and bland, There’s noise at the gate, it is burst in a triGe, ‘6 My son, thee no longer I’m blaming ; The children the old man environ Return to thpelf from thy fury’s wild flood,. - I’ll loosen the seals of each’treasure, “ Why, beggar, why, fool, doth my children entice? On, seize him, ye men clad in iron ! Th prinoess hm borne thee a true princely blood ”- %e &ilhare liet’ning with pleasure. Away to the dunbeon with him ! ” he repeats ; From far se shc hcma the harsh measure, Down hamtens the mother, and flatt’ring entreats - The children, they hear her with pleasure. l’FIE FAITHLESS BOY. The men stand apart from the worthy old man, THEBEWBB a wooer blithe and gay, - Both mother and children beeeech all they can; A mon of France WBB he, - The princely adproud man represses Who in hie -E fer many a day, The furioue rage which their praycrfi but fan, As though hie bride were ehe, I i .. . .- A poor yonng maiden had caressed, And fondly kiseed, and fondly preseed, THE ERLKING. And then at length desertad. WHOrides them eo late through the night dark and When thie waa told the nut-b'rown maid, drear P Her sensea straightway fled ; The father it ia, with his infant 80 dear ; She laughed and wept, and vowed and prayed, He holdeth the boy tightly clanped in his arm, And presently was dead. He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm. The hour her soul its farewell took, . 6' son, wherefore seek'et thou thyface thus to hide?' The boy waa sad, with terror shook, Mg U Look, father, the Erl-King ie close by our side I Then sprang upon his charger. Dost see not theErl-King, with crown and with trein?" IIc drove his spure into his side, . 6' My Eon, 'tis the mist ruing over the plain." And scoured the country round ; . But wlleresoevcr 4e mi ht ride, '6 Oh come, thou dear infant I oh come thou with me I rest for him was ound. Full many a ame I will play there with thee ; No !! On my strant lovely flowere their blworns unfold, ' For EOVWI long days and nights he rode, It stormed, the waters ovedowed, My mother shall gram thee with garments of gold.'' It blustered, lightened, thundered. 6' My father, my father, and dost thou nothear On rode he through the tempest's din, The words that theErl-King now breathes in mine ear P" Till he a building spied ; 6' Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives ; In search of shelter crept he in, 'Tis the eadwind that sighs through the withering When he hie steed had tied. leaves." And as he roped his doubtful way, 6' Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there? The groan % began to rock and sway,- My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care; . He fell a hundred fathoms. My dau hters by night their glad festival keep, When he recovered from his blow, They'll %ance thee, and rock thee, and singtheeto sl~p." He eaw three lights psee by ; He ROU ht in their pursuit togo, 66 My father, m father, and dost thou not set; The fights appeared to fly. How the Erl-2 ing his daughters baa brougLt here for They cd his footeteps all astray, me? " Up, down, throu h many a narrow way 6' My darlin ,my darling, I see it aright, Through ruine% desert cellars. 'Tis the age% gray willowe deceiving thy sight? When lo I he stood within a hell, L' I love thee, I'm charmed by thy beauty, dear boy I A hundred guests eat there, And if thou'rt unwilling, then foroe I'll employ." With hollow eye4 and grinningall ; father, my father, he seizes me fast, Thcy bade him taste the fare. Ftdmrely the Erl-King haa hurt me at last." He eaw his Sweetheart 'midst the thron Wrapped up in grave-dothes white an long; The father now gallops, with terror half wild, She turned, and - He p E in his arms the poor shddo.ing child: He maoAee his courtyard with toil and with dread, - + !Chh ballad faintrodncad ln Act TL of Ckmdbn v Pula &l&,n-. &t--Ofl,Mituh.n. ohild in hi arma finde he motionless, dead. .. ._- .._..~...... - - 100 POEMS GOETHE. OF POEMS OF GOETHE. J 01 Fair Basan Etill etande there, untouched by the JOHANNA SEBUS. wave 1 The youngest, the nobleet, oh, who now will save Fair Swan still stands there, as bright 88 a S-, But, alas ! dl hope, all mistance is far. The foaming waters around her roar. TFIEDAX BREAKS DOWN, THE ICE-PLAIN QBOWLE, To save her no bark pUEheS off from the shorn THE FLOODS ABISE, TEE WATEB HOWLS. Her gaza once again she lifts up to heaven, “1’11 bear thee, mother, acrom the swell, ’ Then gently away by the flood she driven. ’Tie not yet high, I can wade ie Remember UE, too ! in whatP anger are we ! . No DAX, NO rum ! TO MABK THE PLACE Thy fellow-lodger and children three ! , SOLIE ETBAOGLlXß TEEEB ARE TEE ONLY TBbCE. The trembling woman !- Thou’rt going away ! The rushing water the wilderness COVC~E, She bears the mother acrosa the spra Yet Susan’s image. still over it hovere. - U Quick ! haste to the mound, and awtile therewait, The water sinla, the lains r-ppem. I’ll soon return, and all will be straight. Fair SUE~Elamente x with many a tear,- The mound’s close by, and safe from the wet ; May he who refuses her storyto tell, 88 But take my goat, too, my darling pet I ” Be neglected in life and in death well I ---t !bE DAM DIBEOLVEE, THE ICE-PLAm (IEOWLS, THE FLOODS DASH OX, TITE WATEB HOWLB. !rHE VIom. She places the mother safe on the shore ; UPONthe mead a violet etood, Fair Susan then turns toward theflood once more. Retiring, and of modest mood, Ohwhither? Oh .whither P The breadthfast In truth, a violet fair. grow4 Then came a youthful she hedese, Both here and there the water o’er0ows. And rosmed with B rightP y joyousnees, Wilt venture, thou rash one, the billows to brave P ” And blithely wooe B ‘c THEY EHALL, AI9D THEY MUST BE PRE8EBVXD FBOM With ~arolssweet the air. THE WAVE! ” CCAh! thought the violet, U had I been TEEDAM DIBAPPEABB, TRE WATEB GEOWTA, For but thesmallest moment e’en h OCEAN BILLOWS IT HEAVEE AND HOWLS. Nature’s moat beauteous flower, Fair Susan returns by thewa she had tried, ’Till gathered by my love, and reased, The waves roar around, but E e turns not mide; When weary, ,pinst her gentle% resat, She reaches the mound and theK neighbor straight, For e’en, for e en But for her and tho children, das, too late ! One quarter of an hour !n Alas ! alas!. the maid drew nigh, TEEDAM DIBAPPEABED, -LIKE A REA rr GBOWLS, The violet failed to meet her aye, ROrrwZ, A HILLOCK IX CIBCLING EDDIEß IT HOWLS. .She crushed the violet sweet. The foaming abyss gqpes wide, and whirls round, It sank and died, yet murmured n& : Tbe women lrnd children are borne the ground; to U And if I die, oh, happy lot, The horn of the goat by one is seized fst, For her I die, But, ah, they all muet periah at last I And at her vey feet !n , ...... - . ... . - --- POEME OF QOETEE. 108 108 PoElLB OF GOETBE. The heart thet fills a boaom true, That.ia, like me, unsullied, too, THE BEAUTEOUS FLOWER My merit valuea duly. WGOF TRE MPRI8ONED Com. COUNT. CODXT. h truth, I hope myaelf unstained, ' I mow a flower of beaut ram And free from grievous crime ; Ah, how I hold it dear T Yzt I am here a prisoner chained, To seek it I would fain repair, And peen in gnef my time. Were I not priaoned here. To me thon art an im My sorrow aore oppreases me, Ofmany a maiden, mi"k" d andsure pure, For when I waa at liberty, And yet I know B dearer I had it clme beside me. TEE m. Though from this cade's walls 80 steep !f%at must be me, the pink, who eoent I caat mine eyes around, The warder's garden here. And gaze oft from the lofty keep, Or wherefore is he so intent The flower cannot be found. My charms with care to rear 4 Whoe'cr would bring it to m sight, My petals stand in beauteous ring, Whether a vuesal he, or knigit, Sweet incenee all around I fling,. My dearest friend I'd deem him. And boaat a thouaand colora. THE BOBE. com. I blossom fair, - thy tale of W- The pink, in truth, we should not alight, I hear from 'neath thy grate. It m the gardener's pride ; Thon doubtless meanest me+ the rose, It now must stand exposed to light, Poor knight of high estate I Now in the shade abide. Thou haat in truth 8 lofty mind ; The queen of flowers then is enshrined, Yet what can make the Count's heart glow I doubt not, in thy bosom. Is no mere pon] of outward show ; It ia a silent ffower. COUNT. Th rod, in dress of green arrayed, TEE VIOLET. 1sworth all praise I hold ; Here stand I, modefitly half hid, And so thou'rt treasured by each maid, And fain would silence keet; Like precious stones or gold. Yet since to speak I now am Id, Thy wreath adorns the fairest face, I'll break my silence deep. But still thou'rt not the flower whom grace If, worthy Knlght, I am that flower, I honor here in silence. It 'eves me that I have not power E breathe forth allmy sweetnew. LILY. TEE COUNT. The roae is wont with pride to swell, The violet's clmrms I rizo, indeed, And ever seeks to riae ; So modest 'tia, and Fair, But gentle awcethearts love full well And so sweet ; yet more I need The lily's charms to prim. om& ...... -.- 104 POEMS OF QOETHE. POEMS OF CHIETHE. 106 To eaae m heavy care. And II on the 0 ot she beckone- The truth Idwhis er in thine ear : (6 dedore,P ove, thie speed 80 wild? U on these rock {eights so drear, Of the wealth thy storehouse reckona, cannot findt i e lovedone. Haat thou naught to fve thy child P ” 5 Flames of rapture now art through him, Tbe truest maiden ‘neath the sky And he longe for nothing more, Roams near the atrenm below, While the mother aeemeth to him And breathes forth many a gentle aigh, Lovely a0 the maid of yore. ’ Till I from hence can . But be heara hie servants blowing, And when she plucka a Eweret blue, And bethinke him of hi0 bride ; And maya GC Forgebme-not ! ” -I, too, And ere long, while onward going, Though far away, can feel it. Chanoes rt a fair to ride; distance on1 swells love’s might, In the boot a he forthwith buya him Ay, For mistreas mauy a pledge ; When fondly Tove a pair ; . hie Thou h prisoned in the dungeon’s night, But, alas I some Jews surpme him, In !fe I linger there ; And long-atanding debta allege. And when my heart is breaking nigh, And the courts of justice duly For t-me-not !” is all I cry, Sends the knight to priaon straight. An&mightway life retarneth. Oh, soouradd story, truly I For a hem, what a fate l Cen my patience such th- weather T Oreat W my perplexity. Women, deb@ and foes together, - SIR CURT’S WEDDING JOURNEY, Ah, no knight escapes scot free I WITHa bridegroom’s joyous boaring, Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast, Po hie mistress’ home repairing, WEDDING SONG. There to hold his wedding feast; TEEtale of the Count our glad son shall word When a threatening foe advanoea Who had in this caatle hiedwe 9 ling, From a desert, rocky spot ; where now are ye feaating the new-married lord, For the fray they couch their lanceq JE8 grandson of whom we are tellii Not delaying, speaking not. The Count as Cruaader had blazoned hie !Le, Thron h many a triumph exalted his name, Long the doubtful fi ht continues, And w%en on hie steed to his dwelling he ame, Victory then for &t declares ; Hi caatle still reared ita roud head, Conqueror, though with wearied sinews, But aervants and wealth all fled. Forward on hls road he fares. lad When he 0ee8, though strange it may be, I’ie true that thou, Count, haat returned to thy homq Something ’midRt the foliage move ; But matters are faring there ill. Tis a mother with her bab The winds through the chambera at libesroam, Stediu~softlv through t& move J And blow through the windom at . ...... _.. - - 106 POEMá OF GOETHE. mEMS OF WETBE. 107 . What’s beet to be done in a cold autumn nignt 4 The fife and the fiddle all merrily wund, Fall many I’ve passed in more pitcous plight ; They twine, and theyglide, and with nimbleness bound The morn ever settles the matter aright. They whis er, and chatter, and clatter around ; Then uick, while the moon shinee so clear, The cpount on the scene caete hi eye, To be 8 on the straw, without fear. And seems in a fever to lie. And whilst in a eoft lemin slumber he lay, A motion he feeP% E ’neat his bed. The rat, an he likes it, may rattle away ! Ay, had he but crumbs thereontßpread ! Bot lol there appears a diminutive wight, A dwarf ’th yet graceful, and tearing a light, With oratorsestures thatnotice invite, At thefeet of the Count on the floor Who deeps not, though weary .full sore. ILWe’ve long been accuetomed to hold here our fese-; And if we’re to eing all that further occurred, Since thou from thy castle first went ; Pray ceaae ye to bluster and prate ; And as we believed thou wert far in theEaet, Far what he EO gladly in umd saw and heard, . To revel e’en now we were bent. He enjoyed an! he practised in pat. And if thou’lt allow it, and seek not to chide, For trumpeta, and singing, and shoute without end We dwarfs will all banquet with leasure and pride, On the bndal-train, chariots and horsemen attend, They come and appear, and they bow and they bend, To honor the wealthy, the beaut’9 u1 bride ” - Sa the Count with a smile, half deep: - In merry and countless array, Thw was it, thiu it today. . $’re welcome your quartem to keep I ” ie --t .- I i.. :..I ..I Three knights then advnnce, riding all in a group, . ’ 3 .:. . F’ISREW. ’ x .. , . .. Who under the bed were concealed ; THE And then is a h@ng and noissmakiny troop THEwater ruehed, the water swelled, Of strange llttle figures revealed ; A fieherman sat by, And wagon on wagon with all kinds of thinge- . And gazed upon his dancing00at The clatter theycauso throqh the ear loudly ring - . With tranquildreaming eye. The like ne’cr wu seen enve m caatles of king ; And as ho sits, and as he looke, At len@h, in a chariot of gold, Thepling waves arise ; The bnde and the guest, too, behold I A mai , all bright with water drop& stands straight before hie eyes. Then all at full gallop make haste to advance, She sang to him, she apake to him: Each chooses his place in the hall ; U M fish why dost thou snare, With whirline and waltzing, and light joyous dance, With uman wlt and human pile, They begm with their sweethearts the ball. IntoK the killing airP l . .s.-- - 108 PVEW OF GOETHE. POEME OF WE-. 109 Couldet 0ee how happy fishes live Sometimee the 0Wulbd ye view Under the etream 80 clear, In form of maidencatoher, too ; Th If would plunge into the stream, For he no city entera e'er, Edlive forever there.. Without decting wonders there. However my may be eaoh maid, "Bathe not the lovely 0un mid moon Howe'er the women mem afraid, Within thecool, doep aea, Yet all will lovesick be ere long And with wavebreathmg faces rise . To Bound of magic lute and Bong. In twofold witcheryP 1- Cap0.l Lure not the misty heavendeepg So beautiful and blue P -c- Lures not thine imamimored in Tm gTNG OF / ; * '' ,' i " The €reah eternal %w P " =& The water rushed, the water ewelled, ~ltdladQ~h~dhPcurt,rhereitbr~~~] It clmped hi feet, I wis ; Ta~aewaa a king in Thule, A thrill went through his yearning hesrt, Waa hithful till the F A0 when two lovere kiseI To whom hi0 mistreme, ymg, She spake to him, ahe sang to him : A golden goblet gave. . Resistleee waa her strain ; Half drew him in, half lure! him in ; Nought was to him more recioun; He ne'er WBB aeen again. He drained it at every Lut; Etii eye9 with team ran over, ----c A0 oft BB he drank thereout. THE RAT-CATCHEE. When came hi0 time of d g, The tom0 in hie land e told, I AM the bard known far and wide, r The travelled rat-catcher beside; Naught ehe tohi0 heir den A man moat needful to thie town, Except the goblet of gol%"' So glorious through ita old renown. He sat at the KI al banguet However many rata I see, With hie hi {ta of hqh degreg How many weasele there may be, In the lofty half of his father I oleanse the place from every one, In the caatle by the sea. All needs but helter-ekelter run. There 0tood the old caroneer, 6ometimea the bard so full of cheer And drank the last lifeglow ; A0 a childcatcher will appear, And hurled the hallowed goblet Who e'en the wildest captive bringe, . the tide below. Whene'er his rlden talee he sings. Into Howeverprou each bo in heart, He 0aw it lunging and filling, However much the.maiB ens start, . Andsin%ng dee in the Oea : I bid the ohorde eweet music make, Then fell hi eyeli e forever, And all muet fcrllosr in my wake. î And nevermoreB drank he l i l... .. 110 POEMS OF WE=. Pb- OF Wm. 111 V. THE TREASURE-SEEKER. ’ “Tante thedraught of pmexistmm S arkling in thia golden urn, I. Antfno.more with baleful magic hweary days I sdered, Shalt thou hitherwad return. Sick of heart and poor of purae ; Do not seek for treasures lon Echa are the rtestbleaaing- .Let thy future E ell-words c i Pcverty the ecpest curse l Da of labor, nig1 ta of restin : !l‘il1 at last to die a troaaure ahall peace return to thee? Forth I went into the wood- c ----c (‘Fiend ; my soul is thine forever !” And I slgned the scroll with blood. THE SPINNEB. Am I odmly sat and a an, II. Toiling with all Be$ Then T drcw the magic circles, Lo I a young and handaorne man Kindled the mysterious fire, Passed spinning-wheel. Placed the herbs and bones order, my S oke the incantation dire. And he praised,-what harm WBB th-?- AnII aonght the buried metd Sweet the thinge he said- With a spell of mickle mi ht - ‘ Praised my flax-resembling heir, Sou ht it aa my master taugYrt me ; And the even thread. Bfack and stormy waa the night. Hewith thb, was not content, But must needs do more ; m. And in twain the thread WBB rent, And I saw a light appearing Though ‘twaa safe before. In the distance, like a star ; And the flax’s mtonelike weight When the midnight hour was tolling, Needed to be told ; Came it waxing from afar: But no longer wm its state Came it flaahin8, swift and sudden, Valued as of old. AB if fiery wme it were, Flowing from an open chalice, When I took it to the weaver, Which a beauteous boy did bear. Something felt I start, And more uickly, aa with fever, IV. Throbbed my trembling heart. And he wore a lußtrous chaplet, Then I bear the thread at length . And his eyes were full of thought, Through the heat, to bleach ; As he stepped into the circrle But, h,I scarce have strength With the radiance that he brought. To the pool to reach. And he bade mo taste tho goblet; What I in my little room And I thought ‘6 It cannot be, - Span so fine and slight, - That this boy should be the bearer Aa waa likely, I prepme - Of the Demon’s gifts to me !” Came at last to light. .... l . .. . . l l2 POEM8 OF GOETHE. PO- OF GOE!l'€IE. l18 BBOOK. TRE YOUTH AND THE MILL43Tm&f, Then oareering -ah, so proudly I Rush I o'er the wheel, And the merr mill speaka loudly AI^ the soy T feel. YOUTH. Show me iut the millor's daughter, ~TTYbrooklet, gaily glancing And more swiftly flom my water. In the morning BUD, YOUTH. so joyous in thy dancing ? Na but, brooklet, tell me truly, 9hither doat thou run? &elest thou no pain, What is't luree thee to the wile? 'When she amilee, and bids thee ddy Tell me, if thon haat a tale. Go, nor turn again P BEOOK. Hath that simple smile no cunning, Youth ! I waa a brooklet lately, Brook, to atay thee in thy running? Wandering at mg will ; BBOOK. 'Then I might have movedsedately , - t! Hard it is to lose her ahadow, Now, to yonder mill, 1 Hard to saway; Must I hurry, swift and strong, Slowly, &down the meadow, Therefore do I race along. ZTnlnspired I stray. O, if I might have my wiU, YOU!I!H. Brooklet, happy in thy duty, ' Bmk to her I'd haaten atill ! Nathless thou art free; YOUTH. Enowest not the power of beauty Brook ! my love thou comprehend& ; That onchainoth me ! Fare thee well awhile; Looks the miller'# comely daughter One day, when thou hither wendest, Ever kindly on thy water P May'st thou me m0 mile. (30, and in th gentlest fashion, B8oOR. Tell that maden my pawion Early oomes she ever morning, P From some blisefur dream ; And, ao sweet in hm adorning, m MAID OF THE MILL'S TREACHERY. Bends above my stream. plltmB.1LaIrintroauœdinthe k k8blOaJledrn Then her bosom, white aa mow, RimLlrh Mikea my chilIy wateragIow. WHENCEoomes our friend 80 hastily, YOUTH. When scarce the eaatern sky is gray P If her beauty bega such gladnq Hath he 'ust oeaeed, though cold it be, Brooklet, unto thee, In yon her holy spotto pray P Marvel not if I to madness The brook appears to hem hls path, Should enflamdd be. Would he barefooted o'er it goP O that I could hope to move her! Why cume his orisona in wrath, Onoe to see her is to love her. Acrom thoee heighte beclad with mow? I 1 ...... -.- ...... -i.-. p....-._ POEME OF WETHE. 111 114 ' WEMB OF GOETHE. warm bed he bath UThe way to follow up with &ill Ah!his left, Love betimes known: Whera he had looked for bliss, I ween ; His hake, by ie And if his cloak, too, had been reft, He ne'er will leave, within a mill, How fearful his disgrace had been 1 Sweet flowers for sixteen seam alone.- By onder villain sorely pressed, . They stolemy clothes awn - yes, all I I& wallet from llim Ilad been torn ; And tried my cloak besire to steal. Our hapless friend has been undressed, - How strange that any house so smd Loft well nigh naked as when born. So many raaoals could conceal ! The reaeon why he came this road, '6 Then I sprang up, and raved, and EW- To force a p~eaggethrough them there. IS that he sought a pair of eyes, I saw the treacherous maid once more, Which, at themdl, DE brightly glowed And she waa still, alas, 80 fair ! As those that arc in Paradise. . He will not soon again be there The all gasre wal before my wrath, dd ontcries ew about pell-mell.; From out tho IIOUSChe quickly hied, At4 len h I mmapd to rush fnrth, And when he pined theopen au, Wit voice of thunder, from that hell. Thus bitterly and loudly cried :- r '6 maidens of the town we %y, Within her gme, EO dazzling bright, We'll shun yon maidens of the village I No word of tre.whery I could read ; bave it tothose of urlity, to She seemed see me Fith delight, Their humble worsIl ip ere to pillage1 Yet lanncd e'en then this cruel deed I Yet if ye am of prabtiseB e~, Could P, when basking in her smile, And of all tender ties afraid, Drearp of the treason in her breast? Exahanp your lovere, if ye will, She bade kind Cupid stay awhile, But never let them be betrayed." And he waa there to make us blest. Thus singe he in the winter-night, tmte o€ love's sweet ecstaay '&To While not a bldo of grass W= green. Tllroughont thqnight that endless seemed, I laughed to see his piteous light, And for her mother's help to c For it WBB well-deserved, P ween. Only when morning sllrlligllt'g eamd I And may this bo the fate of all, A dozen of her kith and kin, Who treat b day their true loves ill, A very humm flood, inpressed, And, with foolL rdy daring, crawl Her COUS~Scame, her aunts peered in, By night to Cupid's treacherous mill I And uncles, brothers, and the rest. + U Then what a tumult, fierce and loud I Each seemed a beast of prey to be ; THE "D OF THFI "IIaL'S REPEN!CAN~ The maiden's honor d the mon-d, YOUTH. With fearful shout, demand of me. AWAY,thou swarthy witah ! Go forth Why should they, madmedike, begin From out my house, I tell thee ! To fall upon a guiltless youth P &e I needs must, in my wrath, For he who such a prize would win, Or Far nimbler needs must be, in truth. Expel thee I J L6 POEMS OF GOETHE. . . KlEBf3OFoOE!l‘EE. 117 what’s thia thou &gent so falsely, formoth, Ahm, poor maid! O pit my youth! Of love and a maiden’s silent truth P My brother wm then f Ji cruel in truth Who’ll trust to such a story I . To trarrt the loved one 80 basely t n QYPBY. TEE MET. I sin of a maid’s repented fears, The marthy woman then went insids %nd long and bitter yearning; To the spring in the courtyard yonder ; Her levity ßhanged to truth and team Her eyes from their stain she parifid, All-burninp. And, -wonder l - She dreads no more dethreats of her mother, Her beand eyes were radiant and bright, She dreads far less the blows of her brother, And the maid of the mill was discloeel to the sight Than the dearly-loved one’s hatred, Of the startled and mgry stripling. YOUTH. THE LIdID OF THE m. Of selfishness sing, and treachemus liea, Thou sweetest, faireat, dearly-loved life ! O€ murder and thievieh plunder ! Before thine anger I cower; Such actions false willcanse no surpriee, . But blows I dread not, nor shsrpedged kaiie, - Or wonder. This hour When they share their boot both clothes and pu- - Of sorrow and love to thee PII sing, Ae bad a8you aies, aneven ¿? worse, And myself before thy feet I’ll fling, Sw.4 tdea ??nd ready credence. And either live or die there ! GYPSY. YOUTH. 6‘ Alas, alas I oh, what have I done ? Mection, say, why buried 80 deep Can listening aught avail me? In my heart haet thou lain hdden P I hear him toward my room hasten on, By whom hast thou now to awake from thy sleep To hail me. Been bidden? M heart beat high, to myself I said : Ah, love, that thou art immortal I see ! dwould that thou hadst never betrayed Nor knavish cunning nor treachery That night of love to thy mother l Csn deatroy thy life 80 godlike. YOUTB. THBl MAID OF THE m. Alas ! I fooliehly ventured there, If still, with aa fond and heartfelt love, For the cheating eilenae misled me, Aa thou once didst swear, Pm oheriahed, Ah, sweetest l let me to thee repair, - Then naught of the ra tnre we used to prove Nor dread me l 10 peaetf When suddenly rose afearful din, So talre the woman so dear to thy breset 1 Her mad relat~onscame pourin in. In hor young and innocent charmsbe blest, My blood still boils ln my ky! For dl are thine from henceforward ! GYP0Y. . BOTE. “Oh when will return an hour like tbie P Now, sun, sink to reat ! Now, moon, arise ! I pine in silent sadness; Ye stars, be now shining, now darkling t I’ve thrown away my only true blíaa A dar of love now’ lems in the ekieq With madneee. spmhngl POEMS OF GOETHE l19 118 POEMS OF GOETEE. AElong as the fountain may spring and ran, TBE TBAVELLER AND THE FARM MAIDEN. So long will we two be blended in one, HE. ! Upon each other’s bosoms CmaT thou give, O fair and matchless maiden, .- ’Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder, - !t’HJ3 WALKING BELL. Where I’d fain one moment ceam to wander,- Food and drink to one EO heavy laden? A C~Drefused to go betimes To cburch like other people ; BHE. He roamed abroad, when rang the chime41 Wouldst thou find refreshment, trsveller weary, On Sundays from the steople. Bread, ripe fruit, and cream, to meet thy wishes,- None but Nature’s plain and homely dishes,- Hie mother said : Loud ringe the bell, Near the spring may soothe thy wanderings dreary. Its voice ne’cr think of scorning; Unless thou wilt behave thee well, HE. ’Twill fetch thce without warning.” hems of old mquaintance now pass through me, The child then thought : ,‘High over head . Ne’er-forgottenqueen of hours of blisses : The bell is safe suspended . LikeneesesI’ve often found, but ait3 is So to the fields he straigl~twaysped One that quite a marvel memeth to me ! As if ‘twas school-time ended. SHE. The bell now ceased as bell to ring, Travellers ofien wonder beyond measure, Roused by the mother’s twaddle ; But their wonder 80011 see cauee to smother; But soon ensued a dreadful thing! - Fair and dark are often like each other, The bell begins to waddle. Both inapire the mind with equal pleasure. It waddles fast, though strange it seem ; m. The child, with tremblin wonder, Not now for the first time I surrender Runs 06 and flies, as in a dream’; To this form, in humble adoration ; The bell would draw him under. It was br’ htest midst the omstellatio the aorned with festal splendor. He finds the roper time at last, In hall And straigK tway nimbly imshos BHE. To church, to chapcl, hastening fast , Be thou jo u1 that. ’tis in my ower Through pastures, plains, and buahea. To corn Fete thy strangemimerry story ! Silks betind her, full of purple glory, Each Sunday and escl; feast 88 well, Floated, when thou sawest her in that hour. His late duaster heeds he ; The moment that he hoars the bell, m. No other summons needs he. No, in truth, thou hrrst not nnng it rightly ! Spirits ma have told thee all about it ; Pearls an Jgems they spoke of, do not doubt it,- POETS’art is ever able By her grue wlipsed,- it gleamed EO brightly I To endow with truth mere fsble. I ...... _._..:...I_..- ..... -..?p 120 POEME GOETEE. OF PO- OF QOETEE. m BEE. This one thing I certainly collected : I THE PAGE AND THlF -'S DAUGH!l'EB That thefar one -(say naught, I entreat thee I) PAGE. Fondly hoping once again to meet thee, Many a castle in the air erected. WHEBE est thou ? Where P Miller's %Oanghter 80 fair I RE. Thy name, pray P - By each wind I ceaselessly was driven, ~LEB'BDAUGETEIL' Seeking goldand honor, too, to capture 1 When my wand'rings end, then ob, what raptare, 'Tia Limy. E to find that fom again 'tis given I PAGE. SHE. Where goest thou P Where ? 'Tie th0 daughter of the race now banished With the rake in thy hand P That thou seest, not her likeness on1 YILLEB'B DAUGHTEB Helen andher brother, glad thoughTonely, Till this farm of their estate now vanished. Faher's meadowe and land . To visit, I'mbusy. ' HE. But the owner surely in not wanting PAGE. Of these laine, with ev'ry beauty teeming? Daet go there alone 1! Verdant ields, broad meade,and pastures gleaming, YILIXB'B DAUGETEB. Gushing springe, all heavenly and enchanting. By this rake, sir, 'tis shown BHE. That we're making the hay ; Thou must hunt the world through, wonldstthou find And th0 pears ripen fast . him !- In the rden at laet, We have wealth enough in our posseision, So l'rpick them today. And intend to purchase the succession, PAGE. When the good man leavesthe world behind him. Is't a silent thicket I yonder view 4 HE. YLTLLEE'EIDAUGETEB. I have learnt thc owner's own condition, And, fair maiden, thou indeed canst buyit ; Oh,yes I there are two ; But the cost is great, I won't deny it,- . There's one on each aide. Zdm in the price, -with thy permmion ! PAGE. BEE. I'll follow thee mon ; Did then fate and rank keep us asunder, . When the sunburns at noon, And muet Love take this road, and no other? We'll go there, ourselves from his Yonder comes my dear and trusty brother I I And then in some gladc all-verdant What will h say to it all, I wonder ? MRTZE'S DAUGHTEB. Why, people would say - tua^ to od account thy day; PAGE. Wilt augglay hold on? go not far away. Within mine 'arms thou gently wilt sleep. c 1s POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF WETEE. 128 YIILLEB’B DAUGHTEB. UAndhe by whom counsels thus wisely p’re taught, Your pardon, I pray ! Is he who with children lovea ever to sport, Whoever is kieeed by the miller-maid, Tho trusty and faithful old Eckart. Upon the E ot must needs be betrayed. Ye have heard of the wonder for many a day, ’TWO& give me fitreas But ne’er had a proof of the marvellous lay, - To cover with white Your hands hold a proof most convincing.“ Your pretty dark dress. They arrive at their home, and their pitohera they &qual with equal ! then all is right ! That’s the motto in which I dehght. . By the sig’” e of their parents, with fearon their faoe, I am in love with the miller-boy ; Awaiting a beating and molding. He weam nothing that I could destroy. But kewhat they’re tasting: the ohoioest of beer! + Tholrgh three timesand four times they q& the good cheer, FAITHFUL ECKART. The pitchers remain dlunemptied. “OE,would WC wem further! Oh,wonld we were home, The marvel it lssts till the dawning of day ; The phantoms of n’ ht tow’rd UE hmtily come, . All people who hear of it doubtless will say : The band of the orcereee sisters. B U What happened at length to thepitchers P” UE They hitherward speed, and on finding here, In secret tho children they smile, RB they wait ; They’ll drink, though with toil we have fetched it, the At last, thou h, they stammer, and stutter, and prate, beer, And straig1tway t4epitohem were empty. And leave UE the pitchew all empty.” And if, ohddren, with kindness addressed ye mybe, Thns speaking, the children with fear take to flight, Whether father, or mseter, or alderman he, When sudden an old man appears in their sight; Obe him, and follow hie bidding ! . 6‘ Be quiet, child ! children, be quiet ! And i$tis unpleasant to bridle the tongue, From hunting they come, and thew thirst they would Yet talking is bad, silenoe rdfor the young- still, And %henmill the beer fi your pitchera ! So leave them to SW~~~OWaa much as they will, And the Evil Ones then will be gracious.” As ßaid, so ’twas done ! and the phantoms draw near, THE DANCE OF THE DEAD. And shadowlike seem they, and gray they appear, TEEwarder he gazes at dead o’ the night Yet blithely they sip and they revel: On the graveyards under him The beer hm all vanished, the pitchers are void ; I hg, The moon into clearness throws t& by her light, ’ With cries and with shouts the mild huntere, o’erjoyed, The night with the daylight is vyin . Speed onward o’er vale and o’er mountain. There’s a stir in the grave& and forthrom theù tomba The children in terror fl nimbly toward home, The form of a man, then a woman nextP looms And with them the kindrone is careful to come: In garrnenta long trailing and snowy. “My darlings, oh, be not EO mournful!”- They stretch themdves out, and with eypr delight ‘‘ They’ll blame u8 and beat UE until me are ded.” - Join the bones for the revel and tlnnolng, - u No, no ! ye will find that all oes wcll,” he mid ; Yolmng and old, rich and poor, the lady m11knight, “Be silent as mice, then, antf liuten I Thaw trains are n hinderance to dnncing. 134 POEMS OF GOETHE. 185 And sinue here by shame they no Ion r are bound, They shuae them off, and 10, strewn Tie around . EFFEC!I! AT .A DXSTfla Their garments on each littlo hillock. THEQaeen she stands in hercaatle’s proud han, Eere rises a shank, and a leg wobbles there Where all brightly the tapem .flame ; With lewd diabolical “Now hie thee, sir page ” (he came at her d), And clatterand rattle oirtnre bones yonmight hear, u And fetch me my puree for the game ; As of onc beatiug sticks to a measure. It lies close at hand This seems to thewarder a lau~llhnblegame : On the marble stand.” Then the tempter, low wllispormg, up to him came : To the palace end quickly away . In one of their shrouds go and wrap thee.” Sped the page without further delay. ’TWUdone soon 88 said ; then he gained in wild flight By Ghance, near the Queen her sherbet did sip Concealment behind the church portal, A lady, the fairest of all ; The moon allthe while throws her brightbeams or light. In shivers the uup fell dmhed from her lip,- On the dance where they revel and sport all. Ah me, what a terrible fall I Firet ono, then another, dlapersed all are they, , Such carelessness! drest And donning their shrouds stealthe spectrea away, . In her ala vest ! ’ And’under the graves all is quiet. S ed the 19 y without more delay the palace end quickly away. ’ But one of themstumbles and fumbles along, & ’Midst the tombstonee groping intently; But none of his comrades have done him this wrong, The page’asback on bis errand he flew, His Rhrolld in the breczc ’gins to wcntIla. In trouble the fair lady met ; He rattles the door of the tower, but can find Both page and lady, thou h none of them knew, No entrance,-pod luck to the warder behind! - Their hearta on each otfl er had set. ’Tis barred with blost oromes of metal. O ‘oy and delight ! O {ortunate plight ! . ’ His shroud he must have, or rest can he ne’er; How they fell u n eaoh other’s bread ! And EO,without further preambles, How they kirne8“ and embraoed and meed; . The old Gothic carving he grips then and there, From turret to pinnncle scrambles. Now severed at lastand parted are they I ’ Alae for the warder! dl’s over, I fear; To her room the fair lady ran, From buttress tobuttress in dev’lish career Back to the Queen sped the page on hie way, He clinlbs like a long-legged spider. Past many a dagger and fan. His vest b the Queen The warder he trembles, and pale doth he look, All spotteJ wae seen ; That shroud he would gladly be giving, From her eyes there was nothing to hide, a When ieming transfixed it sharppointed hook1 With thefsmed Queen of S;eba she pied. m He tP longht his laat hour be WIIE hing. Clouds cover already the vanishing moon, The alace duenna she celled aside : With thunderouß clang’beats the clock a loud Onq- #ou said in our late word war, - mow lies the skeleton, shattered. And arguments stoutand stiB you applied,- That spirit acte not from afar ; POEMS CIOETHE. I26 ' POEMS OF GOETHE. OF l27 In preeence alone m. Its traces are shown, But he felt no hunger, and unheeded But nothing can work from afar, - Left the wine, and eager for the rect not even a heavenly star. Which his limbs, forapent with travel, needed, No, On the couch he lard him, still undreseed. 'Now look ! But just now where standing we am, There he sleeps -when lo I Was scattered a sweet beverage, Onwards glidingslow, And at tho same instant, though distant and far, At the door appesrs a wondrous pat. It spotted the vest of the page.- Go, get newly clad, V. My heart is made glad ; By the waning lamp's' uncertain gleerhin M argument thus for upholdin6 There ho sees a outhful maiden stau$ Idpay, and so ave you a scoldmg." Robed in white, oP still and gentleaeeming, On her brow a black and plden band. A When she meeta hu eyes, THE BRIDE OF CORINTH. With a uick surprise lFImt publahea ln Sohiller'm Rhm, lu conneotion with D Mendl contat Starting, ehe upLa pallid hand. ln the rrt ~i Wld-Mtlng between the tm srspt poets, to ,hi$man, of their ktwmka ueowlng.) VI. I. I "Is a stranger here, and nothing told me P A YOUTH to Corinth, whilst the city slumbered, Am I then fo tten even in name ? Carne from Athens : though a stranger there, Ah ! 'tis thus wxnmy cell they hold me, Soon among its townsmen to be numbered, And I now am oovered o'er with shame1 For a bride awaits him, young and fair. Pillow still thy head From their childhood's yew ' There upon th bed, They were lighted feres, I will leave thee quioll y aa I came." So contracted byt PI elr parenta' care. n. "Maiden - O stay !'' and, leapiug But ma not his welcome there be hindered ? stands the boy: nearI y must he buy it, would he a eed. . L( Ceres Bacchus, here their. gifts are heaping, ' He is stdl a heathen with his kindre( - She and hers washed in the Cbristian creed. And thou brinPt Amor's gentle joy ! When new faiths arc born, Why wlth terror Love and troth are torn Sweet one, let as ppml Rudely from the heart, howe'er it bleed. Theee bright gods their feative +employ." III. m. All the house is huahed ;- to rest retreated Oh, no -no ! Young stranßer, come not nigh me; Father, daughtera - not tho mother quite ; Joy is not for me, nor festwe cheer. Bhe the pest with cordial welcome greeted, Ah ! auch bliss may ne'er be tasted by me, Led hlm to a room with ta era bnght ; Since m mother, in fantnatic fear, Wine and food sho &ought, dy long siokness bowed, Ere of them he thought, To heaven's servicc vowed Then departed with a fair good-night. Me, and all the hopes that warmed me hera L' L' . . . ~ ...... l.l. . ,,. .. ._* - ...... L .I . 1. . I. _..- 128 POEU OF GOETHE. H. HV. They have left our hearth, and left it loz+y, - Dully boomed the midnight hour unhallowed, The old gods, that briFht and jocund tram. And then first her eyos bcpto shine ; One, unseen, in heaven, IR worshipped only, E rlywith pallid lips she swallowed . And upon the cross a Saviour slain ; resty draughts of purpletinctured wine ; . Sacrifice is here, But the wheaten bread, Not of lamb nor steer, *hin shuddering dread, But or’ human woe and human pain.” Put she alwap by with loathing eign. x. xv. And he asks, and all her words doth ponder, - hdshe gave the youth the cup : he drained it, “Can it be that in this dont spot, With impetuous haste he drained it drii I behold thee, thou surpassin wonder! Love was in his fevered heart, and peine ~t, My eweet bride, so strangef y to me brought P Till it ached for joy she must deny.. Be mine only now - . But the maiden’s fears See, our parents’ vow . Sta ed him, tillin tears Heaven’s pod blessing hath for UE beeought.” On the beB he sank, with eobbiig cy. H. I XVI. U No ! thou gentle heart,” she cried in anguish ; And she leans above him - Dear one, still thee f ’Tis not mine, but ’tis my sister’s place ; Ah, how sad am I to see thee BO ! When in lonely cell I weep and lanrwh, Bnt, ales ! those limbs of .mine would chill thee : Think, oh, think of me in her cm race I Love ! they mantle not with aasion’~glow; I think but of thce - I Thou wouldst he afrai:, Pining drearily, Didst thou find the maid Soon beneath the earth tohide my face !” Thou haat chosen, cold aa ice or snow.” SII. xvn. U Nay ! I swear by yonder flnme which bnmeth, bund her waist his eager arma he bended, Fanned by Hymen, loat thou shah not be ; With the strength that youth and love inepire ; Droop not thue, for my sweet bride returneth K Wert thou even from the grave ascended, To my father’s rnansion back with me ! I could warm thee well wlth my desire !” Dearest, tarry here ! Panting ki0s on kiw I Taste the bridal cheer, Overflow of blies ! For our spousal spread so wondrously I ” 6‘ Burn’st thou not, and feelest me on fire P n XID. XVIII. Then with word and sigh their troth theypli&ted q Clomrthey yet cling, and intermingling, Golden was the chain she bade him wear, Tears and broken sobs roclaim the rest; But the cup he offered her she slighted, His hot breath through alP her frame is tingling Silver, wrollght with cunning paat compare, There they lie, careesing and careesed. 6‘ That is not for me ; His irnpas~ionedmood All I ask of thee Warm her torpid blood, one little ringlet of thy hair I ” Yet there beata no heart within her breast ! IE r‘ 130 POEME OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF QOETIIIE. 181 XIX. XXm. Meanwhile goes the mother, softly creeping u Fearful is the weird that foroed me hither, Through the house, on needful cares intent From the dark-her ed chamber where I lay ; Rears a murmur, and, while all are sleeping, Powerlern are your Browsy anthems, neither Wonders at the sounds, and what they meant. Can your priests prevaib howe’er they pmy. Who was whiapcring 80 3 - Salt nor lymph can eool, Voices soft and low, Where thepulse is full; In mysterious converse strangely blent. Love must still barn on, though wrapped in &y. xx. xxv. Straightway by the doorherself she statione, “To thii youth my earl troth W= pl’ hted, There to be assured what was amies ; Whilst yet Venus r19 ed witbin the Pand ; And she heam love’s fiery protestatione, Mother ! and that vow ye falsely dighted, words of ardor and endearing bliss : At your new and gloomy faith’s oommand. “Hark, the cock ! ’Tis light I But no Edwill hear, But to-molmw ni ht If a mo er swear Thou wilt come again 3’ Fand kisa on kies. Pure from,love to keop her daughter’s hand. XXI. XXVI. Quick the latch ehe rakes, and, with features “Nightly from my narrow chamber driven, Anger-flushed, into the chamber hies. Come I to fulfil my destined part, . “Are there in my house such dlameless creatures, Him to seek to whom m troth waa given, Minions to theetrangcr’s will 3” she cries. And to draw the lifcdoodfrom hie heart, By the dyinglight, He hath served my will ; Who is%meet0 her sightP More I yet must kill, Qod ! ’tis her own daughter sheespies I For another py.1now depart. XXU. XXVII. And the yonth in terror eought to cover, U Faù young man ! thy thread of lie ie broken, With her own li ht reil, the maiden’s head, Human skill can brin5 no aid to thee. Claeped her c~ose;%ut, gliding fmnl her lover, There thon hast my chun - a ghastly .token- Back the vestment frotu her brow she spread, And this lock of,thine I take with me. And her form upright, Soon must thou decay, Ae with ghostly mlght, SoOn thou wilt be gay, Lang and slowly rises from the bed. Dark although -night thy tressea be ! XXIII. XXVIIJ. YMother ! mother I wherefore thus deprive me “Mother ! hear, oh, hear my last entreaty1 Of snch joy 38 I ,this night llave known P Let thefuneral-pile ariwc once more ; Wberefore from theso warn1 cmbracce drive meP Open up my wretclied tonlb for pity. Wae I wakened up to meet thy frown 3 And m flames our souls to peace redtore. Did it not sufice When the ashes glow, That in virgin guise, When the firc-sparks flow, To au early pave you forced me down P To the ancient porle nlnft we soar." ...... - . .. . -._...... : , -. .. .. , ---. ---.. . - ’ 132 . POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOEm . 188 Stop, for, lo ! THE PUPIL IN MAGIC. All the meamm Of thy freaeure 1 dy~now, -what joy to hear it f - Now io right !- Of the old magician rid ; Ah, I see it ! woe, oh, woe ! And henceforth shall every spirit I forget the word of might. ' Do whate'er by nlc is bld ; I have watched with rigor . Ah, the word whme sound can straight All he used to do, Make him what he W= before. ! And will now with vigor Ah, he runs with nimble gait f Work my wondors too. Would thou wert a broom once more! Strcams renewed forever Wander, wander Quickly bringeth he ; Onward lightly, River after river So that rightly Ruaheth on poor me- Flow the torrent, And with tecminq wntere yollder Now no longer In the bath dlschnrp its currentI Can I bear him ; I will mare him, And now come, thou well-worn broom, Knavish sprite f And thy wretched form bestir ; Ah, m terror 'waxee stronger! Thou hast ever served 88 groom, dhat a look f what fearful eight f Oh, thou villain child of hell ! Shall the house through thee be drowned 4 Waterpailin hand, ' .F.loods 1 see that wildly swell, Hmte, and do not stop1 O'er the threehold gaining ground. Wilt thou not obey, Wander, wander Oh, thou broom accursed ? On ward lightly, Be thou Etill, 1 pray, So that rightly Ae thou wert at firet 1 Flow the torrent, And with teeming wate= yonder In the bath discharge its current 1 See !he's running to the shore, Hold thee fast, And hm now attained the pool, And thy nimble wood EO tough, And with lightning sped once more With my sharp axe split at Imt. Comes hero with 111sbu'cket full! Back he then repaire ; See, once more he hastens bnck ! . See how swells the tide ! Now, oh, Cobold, thou shalt catoh it! How each pail he bcara I willVuah upon hie track ;' Straightway is supplied ! Craahiug on him falle my hatchet. ... _._...... 184 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 186 Bravely done, indeed I Sir Psrson and Sir Bailiff, again, see, he.% deft in tw& 1 I pra you, leave me in peace I . Now from care I’m freed, My chi& it is, my child ’twill remain, And can breathe again. So let your questioninga owe* Woe, oh, woe ! Both the parts, Quick as darts, Stand on end, THE GOD m THE BAYADERE. Servants of my dreaded foe ! Ob, ye gods, proteotion Bend! they run! and wetter still Grow the steps and pwsthe hall. MAHADEVA,* Lord Of esrth, Lord and master, hear me call ! For the airth time comes below, Ever seems tho flood to fill, a man of mortal birth, - Ah, he’s cornin ! see, Like him, feeling joy and woe. ?feat i? y ! Elïthor loveh he to repair, Sp~rrterame b me And hie power behmd to leave ; Vainly Wou1 I lay1 If to punish or to spare, Men tu man he’d perceive. 6‘ To the side fain Of the room And when he the town 88 a traveller bath seen, Haaten, broom, Observiq themighty, regarding the mean, AE of old ! He quits it, to go on his journey, at eve. Spirita I have ne’er untied Save to act 88 they are told.” He wae leaving now the he, When an outcaet met fis eyes, - Fair in form, with painted face, - Where aomc straggling dwellin BEFORE COURT JUSTICE. A OF Maiden, hail !”- ‘c Thanks ! we‘i” come here l Tm father’s name ye ne’er shall be.told l.66 Stay! - I’ll join thee in the rd.”- Of my dwlin unborn lio ; 66 Who artthou P” - A Bayadere, 6‘ Shame, shame,4 ’ ye cry, 66 on the strumpetbold ! And this housa is love’s abode.” Pet I im an honest wife. The cymbal slw hastens to play for the dance, Well skilled in its mazes the slght to entrance, To whom I’m wedded, ye ne’er shdl be told, Then by her with grace is tho nosegay bestowed. Pet he’s both loving and fair ; He weam on hie neok a chain of @old, Then she draw6 him, m in play, And a hat of etraw doth he wear. O’er the threshold eagerly : . Beauteous stranger, light as day, If scorn ’tis vain to seek to repel, , On nle let the ECOIVl be tlirown. Thou ehalt soon this cottage see. I know him well, and he knows me well, And to God, too, all ie known. 386 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMB OF GOETHE. 187 I’ll refreeh thee, if thou’rt tired, !l’%en ehe sinks beside his bier, And will bathe thy weary feet ; And her ECIWUIIE through air resound : Take whate’er by thee’s desired, MImust seek my spouse EO dear, Toying, rest, or rapture sweet.“ - E’en if in the grave he’s bound. She busil seeks hi feigned suffrings to ease; Shall tboee limbs of gram divino. Then smiT BE the Immortal ; with pleasure he sees Fall to sehes in my sight? That with kindness a heart EO corrupted can beat. Bfïnehe was I Yes, on1 mine1 And makes her act the part Ah, one single bliesfuI night !” he The priests chant in chorus : ‘6 We bear oat the old, of a slave ; he’s str When Ion they‘ve been weary, and late they’ve What at first had grown Soon is nature in the maid. colf; We bear out the young, EO thoughtleea and light. By degrees the fruit we find, too, Where the bude at firnt obtain ; Q To thypriests’ command When obedience 611s the mind, This one was thy husbanf~’~! Love will never far remain. Live still as a Ba adere, But harper and sharper the maiden to prove, And no duty dou need’st share. The Diacerner of all things below and above, To death’s silent I~IIIE hmlife, Feigne pleaaure, and horror, and maddening pain. None but shade8 attend man’s frame, With the husband, none but wife, - And her painted cheeks he kissee, That is duty, that fame.. And hls VOWE her heart enthral ; ie Feeling love’s sharp pang and bliseeß trumpete, your sacred lament haate to mise f . Soon her tears begm to fall. ,welcome, ye gods, the bright lustre of days! weloome heaven the youth the f m At hia feet she now mnst sink, Oh, to hm he Not with thoughts of lust or gain,- Thw incremed her tormenta are And her slender membersNhrink B the cruel, heartleee choir; And devoid of power remain. Andnin arms outstretching far And EO the bright hours with gladness prepare Leap8 sheon the glowing pyre. Their dark, .pleasing veilof a texture EO far, But the youth divine outspm And over the couch softly, tranquiIly reign. From the flame with heav’nr grace, Late she falls aaleep,tl~us blessed, And on high hie flip he win - while hiarms ble love em Prace. Early wakes, her slumbers fled, the sinner re entant the Godhead feels ‘07; And she finds the much-loved guest In On her boaom lying dead. Immortals delig t thus their might to emp1 oy Screaming falls sheon him there, Lost ohildren to rpiee to a heavenly ph Bat, alaay too late to save ! + And his rigid limbs they hem THE PARXAFL Straightway to their fiery grave, I. TEE PARIAH’S PBAYEB. Then heare elre the priests and the funeral mng, DBEADED Brtams, lord of mi bt ! Then madly she runs, and ehe sever8 the throng : All proceed from thee ≠ 6‘ Why preee tow’rd the pile thus? Why sheam thps Thau art he who jud th right ! and rave P ” Dost thou none Et Brahmine own? .. ., .li ...... *~sA~; t ..*~sA~; ...... 138 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOE!l!HE. 180 Do but Ra’ahs como hmthee ? She today at dawn of morning None kut those of high estate? Praying Comes to Ganges’ waters, Didst not thou the a e create, Bends her o’er the glaesy E&-- Ay, and even euoh aa weg Sudden, in tho waves reflected, Flying swift1 far above her, We are not of noble kind, From thehig K est heavens descendirrg, For with woe our lot is rife; She diecerne the beauteous form And what others deadlyfind O€ a youth divine, created Is our only source of life. By the God’s primeval wisdom Let this be enough for men, In his own eternal breaat. Let them, if they will, despise us ; . When she Bees hiq’strai htway feels she But thon, Brama, thou shouldst prize na, Wondroas, new, conf useB sensations AU are equal in thy ken. . In her inmost, dee est being ; Fain she’d linger o7 er the vuion, ‘NOWthat, Lord, this pra er is said, Then repele it, -it returneth, - As thychild acknowledge me ; And, perplexed, she bends her flood-wards Or let one be born instead, With uncertain hands to draw it ; Who may link me on to thee l But, sise, she drawn no more ! Didst not thou n Bayadero For.the water’s sacred billows Seem to fly, to hseteK from her; AB a goddess heavenward raiae? And we, too, to swcll thy praise, She but see8 the fearful chaam Such a miracle would hear. Of a whirlpool black disclosed. .\ Arms drop down, and footatepa stumble, Can this be the pathway homewards? LEGEND. II. Shall she fly, or shall she tarry? .. Can she thmk, whon thought and counsel, When aasistauce, all are lost? So before her spouse appears she- WATEBFETCUINGgoes the noblo On her looks he -look 1s judgment - Brahmin’s wife, so pure and lovely; Proudly on the sword he seizes, Ueis honored, void of bled, To thehill of death he draga her, And of justice rigid, stern. Where delinquents’ blood pa Daily from the sacred river What resistance could she ofT er fo*eitnP Brings elle back refreshment precious,- What excuses could she proffer, But where is the pail and pitcher? Guilty, knowing not her guilt? She of neither stands in need. For with purc henl-t, hands unsullied, And with bloody sword retrrrns he, She the waterli€@ and rolla it Musing, to bis silent dwelling, . To a wondrous bdl of crystal; When his son before him stands: ThiR ~11ebears wit11 g1:ladmome boeom, ‘‘ Whose this blood? Oh, father! father I Modestly, with graceful motion. q‘‘ The delinquent woman’s l ” -6‘ Never I To her huaband in the house. For upon the sword it dries not, POEM0 OF WETHE. POEM8 OF GO-. l41 Like the blood of the delinquent ; Wise in mansel, wild in action, Fresh it flows, as from th0 wound. I ehd be amon t the gods. Mother ! mother I hither haaten ; E’en the heaveS y boje own imsge, Un‘ust never wae my father, Though in brow and eye so lovely, Tel1 me what he now hath done.”- Sinking downwards to the boaom “Silence ; silence ! Asre the blood is !” Msd snd raging lust wiU stir. 6‘ Whose, my fatherP ”- Silence! Silence 1 ” Twill return again for ever, ‘6 What ! oh, what ! my mother’s blood ! Ever rieing, ever sinking, What her crime P What did she P Answer ! Now obsoared, and now transfigured, - Now, the sword ! the sword now- hold I ! So patBrama hsth ordained. Thou thy wife perchance might’at slaughter He twan aent the besateons pinions, But my mother rnight’st not Elay! I Fbdiant face,slender and membere Through the flames the wife ie ablc Of the only God-begotten, Her beloved SPOUSO to follow, That I mi ht be proved and tempted ; And his dear. andonly mother For from %l‘gh descends temptauon, Through the sword her faithful mn.” When thegds ordain it m. U ! stay !” : Stay oh, exclaimed the father And 80 I, e Brshmin woman, “Yet ’tis time, so hasten, haaten ! With my head in Heaven reolining, Join the head upon the body, Must experience, an S Psriah, With the sword then toaoh the figure, ’ The debseing power of earth. And, alive, ahe’ll follow thee.” 66 Son, I mnd thee to thyfather 1 Haetenìng, he, with breathless wonder, Comfort hi ! Let no sed Sees the bodies of two women We& delsy, or thoughtorq merit, Lying crosswise ;and their heads, tao ; Hold thee ln the desertfant ; Oh, what horror ! which to choose ! Wsnder on through ev’ry nation, .I Then his mother’s head he seizes,- Roam abroad throughout all ages, Does not kiss it, deadly pale ’tis, - And proolaim to e’en the meanest, On tho nearest headless body That great Bramshaara hia cry1 Puts it quickly, and then blesaes S‘Nom is in his eyea the memeat - With the sword the pioua work. He whose lirnbs are lame and pbied, Then S giant form uprises.- He whose soul is wildly riven, From the deer lips of his mother, Worn with sorrow, ho elese, helplese, Lips all godlike -changeless -bliaafd, Be he Brahmin, be heknish, Sound these words with horror €raught; If tow’rd heaven he turnehii gaze, 6‘ Son, oh, OOn ! what overhaetenìng ! Will peraeive, will learn to know it : Yonder is th mother’s hody, Thousand eyes are glowing yonder, Near.it lies tTle impious head Thousand ears are calmly list’ning, Of the woman wllo hath fsllen Viotim to the judgmentawordI From which naught below is hid, To herbody I m grafted ‘6 If I to his throne mar upward, By tb hnnd for en¿l!ear If he Meen my fearful figure c ... I .. ’ I. , !? 144, ’ POEMB OF GOETHE. I ! Give me not a second time in marri l%pe he spoke ; and when the That my heart ma not be rent asnn er T I Pale ae death she drop ed I€ again I see my 1ding children 1 ” And the life fled from I Eer Little recked the brother of her bidding, . Be ehe saw her ohidren turning from hew, Fixed to wed her to Imoski’s cedi i But the ntle lady still entreats him - 1 Send at rasta letter, O m brother I .. To Imoski’u cadi, thue impP oring - I, the youthful widow, greet thee fairly, And entreat theeby this selfsame token, A dh@6c7rOtU8 f8 6’U~ssdt0 68‘W6edk?, fmdhd When thou comcst hither with thy bridesmen, ’Ø t0 cmmdnc8 it8 fW~fVS~0CcSdOn. Bring a heavy veil, that I may shroud me !l Written for the Yrthdsy of the Duchenu Louh of Weimu.] As we pass along by Asan’s dwelling, cnoms. So I may not aee my darling orphans.” TEEfestal day hail ye farlands of pleasure, Scarce1 had the cadi read the letter, WL, anoes’ soft ’meaaare, When lecallod together all hie brideamen ; With rapture commingled Bound to bring the ladyhomewards, ! And sweet chord song. And ‘he brought the veil 88 she entreated. DAIOIT. Jocundly they reached the princely maneion, Oh, how I yearn from out thecrowd to flee! Jocundly they bore her thence. in triumph ; Whnt joy a secret glade would give to me1 But, when the drewnear to Asan’s dwelling, ’ Amid the throng, the turmoil here, Then thechil B ren recognized their mother, Confined the plain, the breezes e’en appear. And they cried, Come back unto the chamber - Sharq the meal this evening with thy children ! CHOBUE. Then she turned her to the lordly bridegroom - Now order it truly, ‘6 Pray thee, let the bridesmen and their horaos That ev’ry one duly Halt a little by the once-loved dwelling, . &y roam and may wander. Till I give these preaents to my children.” Now here and now yonder, ‘I The meadows along. And they halted by theonceloved dwelling, [The cham retreau dy,and the ßon becomes fatuta And she gave the weeping children presenta, md isintar, tet dies away in the btmce.] Gave each boy a cap with goldembroidered, Gave each girl a gay and costly garment, DAMOIT. And with tears she lefta tiny mantle In v& ye call, in vain would lure me on ; For the helpless baby in the cradle. !hue my heart speaks, but with’itaelf alone. . ’l And If I may view These things marked the father, Asan Aga, l A blessin#-f-raught land, And in sorrow cnlled he to his children - The heaven 8 clear blue, a* Turn again to me, ye poor deserted ; And the plain’s verdant hue, Hard m steel is now your mother’s boaom ; Alone Pl1 re’oice, Shut 80 faet it cannot throb with pity I ” Undiaturbe d by man’s voice. Ii ...... ,...... , ...... , ..~ ”I ...... - . 146 POEME OF GO- POEM8 OF GOETHE. 147 And there Ill pey homage DAMON. To womanly merit, Dietant straina arc hither wending, Observe it m spirit, And I'm gladdened by the throni; In spirit pay homage ; Yea, they're coming, -ye% deacen mg To echo dono To the valley fiom the height. Shall my secret be known. MENALCAS. CHORUE. Let us bsete, our footatepa blending [FsintJy mingling alth Ilamon's song in the die tance^' With therhythm of the song ! To echo - alone - Yea, they come ; their conise they're bending Shall my secret - be known. Toward the wood'e green sward 80 bright. MENALCAB. CHOBUE. 1 [GmdnaUy becoming louder.] M friend, shy mcct I hcrc with thee O Yea, we hither come, attending !l'hou hretcnrst not to join th0 festal throng? ' No longcr stay, but conlc with me, ' With the harmony of song, And mingle in the dance and song. AE the hours their race are ending On this day of blest delight. DAMON. m. Thou'rt welcome, friend ! but suffer me to roam Let none reveal Where theee old beeches hide me from man's view ; The thoughta we feel, Love seeks in solitudc n IIOIIIC, . The aims we own I . And homage may retreat there, too. Let joy alone Ihaolose the E~OV 1 YENALCAB. She'll prove it right Thou scekest hcrc a spurious fame, m And hmt n mind toilay to gieveme. %k."%?glory, Love n0 thy portion thou niay st claim, holudee thebliss But homage thou must share with believe me I Of days like this I When their voices thousands raise, And the dawn of morningprsiee, RINAIBO.+ Rapture bringing, Blithely singng ~~tatanurrlttanfmRlIumFrederiokoi mLmiobm-,theRlIuml~thepPrtd~dßetto-Sm ths On before us, -1 Heart and ear in pleasure vie ; CHORUE. To the strand I uick, mount the bark I And when thousands join in oh- If no favoring1 reeees blow, With feclin brightly glowing, Ply the oar nnd nimbly row, And thewie f les overflowing, And with zeal your prowess mark I Forcibly they'll bear thee high. O'er the mea we thus career. Chorna gradually approaches from the dotturcS. ] &e TMm'r Gmudmme Lllnwata, Conto XVL -- . 148 POEMB BOE= OF POEMS QF GOETHE, =ALDO. Oh, let me linger one short moment here! But all of them say : ’Tis heaven’s decree, I may not hence away. H¿only we mean ; The rugged cliffs, the woodencircled bay, But al1 fly awa . Hold me a prisoner, and my flight delay; Aa soon aa El? e’s seen,- The beauteous younmeiden, Ye were EO fair, but now that dream is o’er ; The charms of earth, the charms of heaven are naught With graces EO n%. What keeps me in this spot so terror-fraught P My.only joy is fled from me forovermore. Then liiy and rose In wrestha are entwining: Let me taab those days so sweet, In dances combining, Hearen descended, once a sin ! Each zephyr that blows Heart, dear heart! a warmY y beat ! Ita brother is greeting, . Spirit true, reca? 1 those days ! All flying and meeting Freeborn breath, thy gentle lays With baleam full laden, Mingled arc with joy and pain. When wakened to life. Round the beds NO richly gleaming, CHOBUB. fises q)a palace fair; And with rosy fragrance teemin No! no Ion may we wait; As indream thou saw’st it ne er. Rouse him gmhm vision straight! P Show the adamantine shield I And this E~FU~OUEgarden round, Far extend the galleries ; IUNALDO. Roses blosNon1 near the ground, Woe ! what form ie here revealed I High in air, too, bloom the trees. Wat’ry flakes and jets are falling, CEOBUB. . Sweet and silv’ry etraina arise ; Twill dieclose the cheat to thee. While the turtlc-dove is calling, BIXALDO. And the nigl~tingaloreplies. Am I doomed myseLf to see CHORUE. Thus degraded evermore P Gently come ! feel no alarm, On a noble duty bent ; CHOBUE. Vanished now is ev’ry charm Courege take, and all is o’er. That by magic power was lent. Friendly words and greetin MNALDO. On hie wounds will pour MOP t balm, Be it so ! I’ll take fresh heart, Fill his mind with sweet content. From the spot belovbd depart, EINALDO. Leave Armda once again. - Hark ! the turtledove is calling, Come then I bere no more remain I And the ~~ightingalereplies ; wat’q- flakes and jets are falling, CHOELUB. Mingling with their melodies. Yem, ’tir well no more rempin. .- ...... _. - i60 POEMS OF QOETHE. POEBB OF GOETHE. 161 SEWI-CHOBUB. 8EAU4HOBUB. , Away then ! let's fly Already are heard O'er the Eeph r-kissed ocean I The prayers of the pione. The soul-liehtekeye Why longer deny us P Sees armlea in motion, The favorin zephyr See' rond banners wave Forbide a! delay. OP er thedust-sprinkled oourse. CHOBUS. CHOBUS. Away, then I away I From his forefathers brave -ALDO. Draws the hero new force. With heart sadly stirred, BINALDO. Your oommand I reßeive I With sorrow laden, Ye force me to leave. Within this vallefa Unkind is the zephyr, - Allailent allep Oh, wherefore not stayP The faircet maiden CEOBUS. Again I Bee. Away, then l away I Twice can thii be P mat! shall I hear it, + And not have spirit To ease her pahi m FIRST WALI?URGIS-NI&CL'. CHOBUS. ' A DRUID. Unworthy chains P c Sweet smiles the May BINALDO. The forest gay And now I've seen her, hmfrost and ice is freed ; Alas ! how changed I No snow is found, With cold demeanor, Glad songs resound And looks estranged, Across the verdant mead. With ghostly tread, - Upon the height A11 hope is fled, The snow lies light Yes, fled forever. Yet thither now we go, The lightnin There toextol our Father's name, Whom we for agee know. The godlike brrlls, hidthe smoke shall glenn~the flame ; Each joyous hour Thus pure the heart will grow. Of a wit-power, THE DRUIDS. 'PWit 1 love's sweet day fade away I Amid the smoke shall gleam the flame; AU Extol we now our Father's name, CHOBUS. Whom we for know! Ya, fade away f Up,up,then,letuseol f' - .. .. . 168 152 POEMS OF QOETHE. POEMS OF Qom. OXE OF' TEE PEOPLE. Come with prong and come with fork, Wodd ye, then, EO rashly act 4 Rabe a wdd md rattling sound Would ye instant death attract? Through the livelong night, and prowl Know ye not the cruel threats AU the rocky passee round. OE the victors we obey? Smeeoh+wl, owl, Round about are ylnced theu neta Join in chorus with our howl I In the sinful heathen's way. Ah ! upon tho lofty wall CEOBUB OF WATCBEBO. Wife and children slaughter they ; Come with pron and come with fork, Ana we all Like the devil ohheir talk, And with wildly rattling sound, %ten to a certain fall. Prowl the desert rocks around ! WOMEN. CHORUS OF Screech-owl,owl, ' Ay, upon the camp's high wall Join in chorne with our howl ! . All our children loved they slay. Ah, what cruel victorsthey ! A DBUII). And we all 'Thne far 'tie right., Hasten to a certain fall. That we by night Our Father's pmee sing ; A DRUID. Who fears today Yet when 'tie day, His rites to pay, To Thee we may Deserves his chams to wear. A heart unsullied bring. The forest'e free ! 'Tie true that now, This wood take we, ,ha often, T~OU And straight a pile prepare I Favorest the foe in fight. Yet in the wood As hmthe smoke is freed the bke, So let our faith burn bright! To stay 'tis pod And if they orneh our olden waye, By day till all 1s still, Who e'er can crueh Thy light With watchers all around UE placed 4 Protecting you from ill. .A CHBIS!tTANWATCHER. With murage freeh, then; let UB haste Comrades, quick ! your aid dord ! Our duties to fulfil. All the broad of hell'e abroad : CHORUE OF WATCHERB. See how their enchanted forme Ye valiant watchers now divide ,, Through and through with flames am glowing! Your numbers through the foreet wide, Dragon-women, men-wolf swarn~e, And see that dl is still, On in qniok swxession going ! While they their ritesfulfil. Let us, let UE haste to fly ! A WATCnER. Wilder yet themunde are growing, Let UE in a cunning wise, And thearch fiend roam on hlgh ; Yon dull Christian priests surprise 1 From the ground With thedevil of their talk Hellish vapore riee around. . We'll those very priests confound. POEMSOF WETEE ' 156 164 POEMS OF GOETHE- The caterpillar's tooth cnoaus OF CEIXIETIAX WATC~. Terrible enchanted forms, Is blunted by them ; Dragon-wonwn, men-wolf swarny ! Wlth silvery hues they gleam Wilder yet the sounds are growlng ! In thc bright sunshine. See, the arch fiend comes, d-glowmg ! Ita twigs the maiden From thepund Fain would twine in Hellish vapors riso around. Her bridal-garland ; Youth its fruit are meking. CEIOEUS OP DRUIDE. As from the smoke is frecd the blaze, See, the autumn cometh I So lct our faith burn bright 1 The caterpillar And if they crush our olden ways, Sighs to the craftyspider,- Whoe'er can crush Thy light? Sighs that the treewill not fada- Hov'ring thither, From out heryew-tree dwelling, The gaudy foe advaucea Against the kindly tree, And cannot hurt it. But the more artful one Ddea with nauseou8 venom Ita silver leaves ; And EOOB with triumph TO MY FRIEND. How the maiden shudders, . The youth, how mourns he, On paaaing by. FIEST ODE. Transplant the beauteous tree! Gardener, it 'ves me pain; TEAXSPLA-YTtho bcauteous trcc 1 Tree, thank tT e gardener Galdener, it gi\W me pain ; Who moves thee hence I A happier resting-plaoe Its trunk deserved. BECOND ODE. THOUpest ! I murmur - Gol let me murmur. Oh, worthy man, An antidote opposed. Fly from this land I Seo how it in spring time . Deadly mamhes, Coins its pale grcrn 1CaVCE ! Bteaming mists of October Their orangefragmncc Here interweave their. currenb Poieon0 each fly-blow straight. Blending forever. POEM8 16) 166 POEMS OF GOETHE. OF QOIETHE. Noisome insects Strang &e his skinny arma, Here are engendered ; AS pant hero law^ ; Fatal darkness Heshiketh thee, Veils their malice. And rends thy frame. The fiery-tongued serpent, Death ’tis to part ; Hard by thsedgy bank, ’Tia threefold death Stretches LiR pampered body, To part, not,hoping Caressed by the sun’e bright beama Ever to meet again. Tempt no gentle night-rsmbles Thon wouldst re’oice to leave Under the moon’s cold twilight I Thia hated land iehind, Loathsome toads hold their meeting0 Wert thou not chained to’me Yonder at every croesway. With friendhip’s flowery ohsins. InjurinF not, Burnt them I P11 not repine. Fear wdl they C~IUEC thee No noble friend Oh, worth man, Would &by his fellow-captive Fly from tT lie land l If meam of fight appear. THIRD ODE. The remembrauce BE void of feeling ! Of bis dem €riend’s freedom A heart that soon is stirred, Qivea him freedom IS a possession stid In hie dungeon. Upon this ßhanging earth. Thou goeat, -Pm left. Bchrisch, let spring’s sweet smile But e’en already Never gladden thy brow! The leet year’s wingdd spokea Then winter’s gloomy tempesta Whirl mudthe smoken axle. Never will shadow it o’er. I number the tuma Lean thyself ne’er o.n a maiden’s Of the thundering wheel ; Sorrowengendering breest. The lsst one 1 bless, - Ne’er on tho arm, Each bar then ia broken, Pm free then M tbonl Misery-fraught, of a friend. Already Envy From out his rocky ambush SONQ OF THE SPIBITS OVEB THE WATEF& U on thee turns Tie force of his lynx-like eyes, THE son1 of man is like to water; Stretches his talons, From Heaven it cometh, On theo falls, To Heaven it riseth, In th7 shouldere And then retnrneth to earth, Cuwgly plants them, Forever alternating. I68 PO= OF GOETEE. WEM8 OF,GOETHE. l69 Then foameth b htly, In the valle down below b aloud-waves roYl ing, ‘Neath his rootßtepa spring the flowerg O’er poliehed rocks. And the meadow Then tranquil flowing, In hie breath finde life. It wandereth, hiding, Soft murmuring to depths below it. Yet no shady vale cm stay him, from the steep projeating Nor can flowers, FallaOver itscrar al roaring, foaming, steplike, &und his knees ali eoftly twining Far downward. With their loving eyes detain him ; Then, level flowing, To the plain his course he taketh, Creeps to the meadow away: Serpenbwinding. And in the glassy sca Gaze all the planets at their fair faces. Social streamlets Wind is to wavelet tenderest lover: Join bis waters. And now moves he Wind from the deep tcars foamorestcd ,billows. O’er the plain in silv’ry glory, Soul of man mortal, how art thou like water! And the plain in him exults, Fate of man ulortal, how art thou like wind I And the rivers from the plain, And the streamlets from the mountain, --c Shout with joy, exolaiming : “ßrother, MAHOXET’S SONG. Brother, take thy brethren with thee, long WBB intended to’bintroduced In a drmatlc poem mtI!led With thee to thme aged father, Afahmnet the plan of which was not carded ont b Ooethe. He mentmm the everlasting ocean, thpt it to have been mung 9 MItowsrtlm bad or the pl- in To honor of hin mcurter 1Ifaliomet dmrtly Wore hi# death, and when at he Who, with arms outstrètching far, bdght d hia glory,’d whloh i’t is typd.] Waiteth fur us ; SEE the rock-born stream I Ah, in vain those arms lie open Like the gleam To embrace his yearning chddren ; Of a star 80 bright ! For the thirstysand consumes us Kindly spirits In.the desert waste ; the sunbeams High above the clouds Drink our lifeblood; hills around UE Nourished him while youthful Into lakee would dam US ! Brother, Inthe copse between the cliffs. , Take thy brethren of the plain, Young and fresh, Take thy brethren of the mountain From the clouds he danceth With thee, to thyfather’s MUE 1 ” Down upon the marble roch ; Let dl come, then !- Then toward heaven And now swells hc Leaps exulting. Lordlier Etill ; yea, e’en a people Throu h the mountain-passes Bears his regal flood on high ! Chase8 hc the colored ebbles, And in triumph onward rolling, And, advancing like n cP lief, Names to countries gives he, -cities Tears his brotllcr stream1e:s with him . Spring to light beneath his foot. In his course. t -- ~ , . ,...... 160 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS 03 GOETIIE. l61 Ever, ever, on he rushes, Or &e she may, Leaves the towers' flametipped summite, With flattering hair Marble alacee, the offspring 1 And gloomy looke, ' .li Of his &Inem, far behind. Sigh m the wind 'II Round rocky clie, Cedar-housea beara the Atlas And thousand-hued, On his giant shoulders ; fluttering Like morn and even, In thebreeze far, far above him Thousaud flags are gaily floating, EverLike moonchanPg, eam's li@& Bealing witness to his might. To mortals appear. And EO beareth he his brethren, Let UB all, then, All his tremures, all hi children, - Adore the Father! Wildly shouting, to the bomm .i, The old, the mighty, Of his long-oxpectant eke. who such a beauteou 'i Nok-fading spouse LC .I Deigns to accord MY GODDESS. 7 To perishing mortale ! BAY, which Immortal To US alone Merits the highest reward? Doth he unite her, With none contend I, With heavenly bonda, But I will 've it While he commands her To the aycTl m@g, ' In joy antl sorrow, , Ever-movin As a true spouse Wondrous fau hter of Jovg . Never try to fly UE. His best-bclovc5 offspring, Bweet Phantasy. AU the remaining For unto her Races 80 poor Hath he granted Of lifeteeming earth, -All the fmcicswhich erst ln children so rich, To none allowed he Wender and feed Saving hirnself ; In vacant enjo ment, And 'miil the ark EOITOWO Now he takes his pleaanre T In the mad ono. Of evanencent Itentricted life,- She may, crowned with rosee, Bowed b tho heavy With staff twined round with lilies, Yoke of K'ceerurity. Roam through flowery valleya, , Rule the butterfly people, But unto UB he And soft-nouriahmg dew Uath his mowt vatile, With beelike lips Most cherished daughter Drink from the blossom: Granted, -what joy l POEMS OF QOElTlE. 168 Loving1 greether But whom miefortane AE a beroved one I Hath frozen to the heart, Give her the woman'a He frets him vainly Place in our home ! A ainet the reetramt of Tfe wire-woven cord, which And, oh, ma the aged Soon ehall the bitter eciemre Stepmother #idom Snap once for all. Her gentle spirit Ne'er seek to harm? To loomy thicket Yet know I her sinter, Rus'6. ee the reindeer wild, The older, sedater, And with the sparrowe have Mine own eilent friend ; Long ago the nchfolks Oh, ma ehe never, Into their ewampe for shelter eunk. Till lifeS E lamp ie quenched, E~EYto follow the chariot, Turn away from me, - When 'tia Fortune drivee. That noble inciter, Juet M the lumberin cart Comforter, -Hope ! Over the hard, emoot5 road rolle, After a monade march. & .... !. ' But aeide who fareth P HUL'IZ MOUNTAINS. > I 'I In thewoode he lOEeE hie path ; RlDE TO THE IIAETZ IN WWTEd Swiftly behind him The boughs 0y together, The staude u again, The eeert o'erwhome P him. Ah, but who healeth' the panpof Him, whose balm becomes porson ? Who but hate formm From the fulneee of love hath drunk? First despised, and now a deepieer, Waatee he eecretly All hie own beet worth, Brooding over himedf. IEthoro on thy psalter, Father of love, one tone mich hie ear would welcome ? dcken hie heart ! OpenO, hl~1eclollded look Over tlre thouaannd fountniue All around him thireting there In the desert. 164 POEMS OF GOETHE. mon, who on esoh bestowest Joym, a EU erabundant share, THE WANQEBEB’S SToIlM-8oNG. Bleee tLe grothem of the chase, Out insearch of wild besete, With danger-loving mal of youth, Eager to take life, Late avengem of mischief, Which for years hath defied the ‘ HE whom thou ne’er leavest, Genine, Farmer’s threatening cudgel. Feeb no dread within his heart At the tempest or the rain. But thelone wanderer wrap He whom thou nder leavest, Genine, In thy golden cloud-flcecea ; Will to the rain Clouds, And wrcathe with evergreen, Will to the hail-atorm, Till the Bummer roses be blowing, The dripping ringlets, Aasing thelar in *P angg O Love, of this thy poet ! O thou on high l With thy flickering torch thon Him whom thon ne’er leavest, Geuiae, Lightest him on Thou wilt raise above the mud-trd Through the forde, in the night, With thyfiery pinions. Over treacherous footing He will wander, On desolate commons. As, with flowey feet, With the thousand tints of the moon, thon Over Deucalion E dark flood, Smilest to his heart EO ! Pythondaying, hght, glorious, With thebitter cold blast P@UE APOUO.’ Bearest him glorioualy up. Winter torrente down from the rocks roll Him whom thou ne’er leaveet, Genius, Into his anthems. Thou wilt glsoe upon thy fleecy pinion, An altar of cheerfuleet thanks When he ~ar!Ih on the rock, - Seems to hiln the terrible summit’s Thou wilt sheYter with thy guardian wing Snow-hnng, hoary crown, h the forest’s midnight hour. Wreathed with rows of pale spirits Him whom thou ne’er leavest, Genius, By the marvellous people. Thou wilt wrsp up warmly . In the snowdrift j Thou eta.ndest, with unexplored bosom Toward the warmth approach the Musee, Myeteriously prominent, Toward the warmth approach the Grao- Over the astonished world, And lookest from the clouds there Ye Mmes, hover round me 1 Down on its riches and majesty, YeGraces also I Which t.?~onfrom the veins of these thy brothen That ie water, that ie earth, €&md thee here watereat. And the son of water and of earth Over wbich I wander. Like the gods. - . ,, ...... _ 166 POEMS OF GOETEE. POEM8 OF (HIETHE. l67 Ye are pure, like the heart of the water, Thee, in whom it endeth, Ye are pure like the marrow of earth, Thee, from whom it flowa, Hov’ring round me, wllilc I hover Jupiter Pluvius I Over water, o’er tho earth, Toward thee streamsmy song Like the gods. And a Caetalian spring Runa as a fellow-brook, 8hdl he, then, retnrn, Runs to the ideones, The small, the dark, the fiery peasant P Mortal, happ onee, Shall he, then, rctnrn, awaiting Apart from tTl ee, Only thy gifts, O Father Brotnim, Who coverest me around, And brightly gleaming, warm the spreading fire Jupiter Pluvins ! Return with joy P And I, whom ye attended, Not b the elm-tree Ye Muses and ye Gracea, Him &st thou visit, Whom all rwmte that ye, With thepair of doves Yo Mwes and ye Graces, Held in his gentle arm, - Of circling hliss in life With thebeauteous garland of rosea, Have glorified shdl I - - Caressing him, EO bleat in his flowers, Return dejected P Anacreon, Father ßromine! Storm-breathing godhead ! Thou art the Genius, Not in the poplar grove, Genius of ages, Near the Sybarid strand, Thou’rt what inward glow Not in the mountaide To Pindar W=, Sun-illumined brow What to theworld Didet thou sebe him, Phœbus Apollo. The flowersinging, Honey-breathing, Woe! Wm! Inward warmth, Sweetly nodding Spiritcwartnth, Theocntw. Central-point I Glow, und ric with phcebus Apollo : When the wheels were rattling, Coldly soon Wheel on wheel toward the go- His red look High aroso Over txee will swiftly glide, - The sound of the lash Envystruck Of youth with victory glowing, Linqer o’er the cedar’s trength, In thedust rolling, * WLch, to flourish, As from the mountain fall Waits him not. showers of stone in the vale - Then thy soul waß brightly glowing, Hndar L Why doth nly 1:ry nnmc thec the last 4 Glowinc? Poor llesrt P Thee, from whom it began, There, Õn the hill, - h...... _ 168 POEMS OF GOETHE. POBMS OF GOETHE. 169 Heavenly might ! Ere my toothleee jam mumble, But enongh glow And m useleee limbs totter; Thither towend, Wieknnk with his farewell beam Where is my cot ! Hm1 me, - a fiery sea Foaming still in mine eye, - Hurl me, while ddedand reelin ' Down to the gloomy portal of he[: TO FATHER. KIUINOS. [Writtan In a poatmhdm.] Blow, then, gossip, thy horn, HABTRN thee, Kronos ! Speed on wbh echoing trot, On with clattering trot! So that Orcua may know we are coming; Domm hill gmth thy path ; So that our host may with joy Loathsome dininem ever, Wait at the door to receive W. When thou delaycst., assrrila me. Quick, rattle dong, Over stock and stone let thy trat Into lifc straightway lead I THE SEA-VOYAGE. Now once more Mma day and nipht m bàrk stood ready laden ; Up the toilsome ascent Waiting fav'ring mnde, {sat with true fnende round Hasten, pantinmgfor breath ! me, Up, thon, nor idle be, - Pledgiug me to patience and to courage, Striving and hoping, up, up ! In the haven. Wide, high, ~~OI-~OUEthe view And they spoke thus with impatience twofold : Gazing round upon life, U Gladly pray we for thy rapid a~aage, While from monnt unto mount Gladly for thyhappy voyage ; ortune. E P Hovers the irit eterne, In thedietant world is waiting for thee, Life eternal Poreboding. In our arms thou'lt find thy prize, and love, too, Sideways a roof's pleaemt shade When returning." Attracts thee, And a look that promises coolnese And when morhing came arose an uproar, . On the maidenly threshold. And the sailora' joyous shorts awoke UE ; There refresh theo ! And, maiden, All \WE stirring, all WB[I living, moving, Give me this foamin draught also, Bent on sailing with the first kind zephyr. Give me this health- aden look.! ß And the sails mon in the breezes are swelling, Down, now! quicker etill, down! And the sun with fier love invites UE ; See where the eun sets ! Filled the sails are, c&uds on high are floating Ero he sets, ere old age On the shore each friend exultant raiees Seize me in the morass, Songs of hope, in gidd joy expecting +In the orIgl.n+, Bchwagw, whioh hu the twofold o! Joy the voyap througt,as on the morn of sailmg Maw andporhZlon. And the earllest starry nbhts ßo radiant. .-...... - .- ._._ 170 POEM8 OF QOETHE. PO- OF GOI#-. 171 But by Godscnt changing winds ere long ho’s driven Sideways from the course he Ilad intended, And stretched his wing - das 1 And he feigns m though he would surrcndcr, Lost is dl power of flight - While he gcntly strivcth to outwitthem, He scarce can lift himself a To his goal, e’en when thus pressed, still faithful. From off thè ground To catch some nxan, unworthy pmy, But from out the damp gray distance rising, And rests, dcep-sorrowing, Softly now the stornl proclahais its advent, On the low rock beside tne stream. Prescleth down each bml upon thc waters, Up to theoak he looke, I’resseth down the throbkin heart of mortals, Looks up to heaven, And it oometh. At its stubtorn fury, lvhile i11 llis noMe eye tllere’gleame a tear. Wisely every sail the seaman striketh ; Then, rustling through thc m rtle boughs, behold, With the anguishladenball are sporting There comes a wanton pair oP dova, Wind and water. Who settle down, and, nodding, strut Id sands beside the etream, And on yonder shore are gathered standing, o’erAnd pa ually approaoh ; Friends and lovcm, trernbling for tllc bold one: Thcir red4ingcd eyes, so fall of 10~6 Why, 01.1~~rcmained Ilc here not with UE ! Soon see t?w inwardsorrowing one. Ah, the tempcst ! Cmt away lq fortune ! The mdc, in uiaitivd socid, leaps ‘Muet the pod one pcridl in thla fnshion 4 On the next %ash, andlooks Miht not he perchance . . . l‘e great immortals I n u on him kindly and complacently. Yet he, like a mau, stands by his rudder; U Jhou sorrowcst,yymur1nurE he : With thebark are sporting wind and watcr, ‘6 Be of good cheer, my friend I Wind and water sport not with his hoeom: All that ie needed for calm happiness On the fierce deep looks he, as a mnster, - Hast thou not here I In his gods, or shipwrecked, or safe landed, Hast thou not pleasure in the golden bough Trueting ever. That ehields the0 from the day’s fierce glow ? + Canst thou not raise thy bremt to oatch, On the soft moa beside the brook, TRE EAGLJZ AND !L’HE DOVE. The mn’s last rays at even P INsearch of prey once raised his pinions Here thou maycat wander through the flowers’ h~h An eaglet ; dew, A I~untsman’sarrow came, and reft Pluck from tho overflow His right winof all motive ower. The foreebtrecs rovide, Headlong he fell into a myrtP e grove, TIN choioest fool,- mayest quenfh For three long days on anguish fed, Th light thirst at the sllvery sprmg. In torment writhed O Liena, true llappineee Throughout tllree long, three weary nigh ; Lies in contentedneus, And then was cured, And that contentedness Tbauks to all-hcaling Nature’s Finds evcrywherc enough.” Soft, omnipreeent balm. “O wie0 ouc !” said the eagle, while he He crept away from out the“pg In dcep and cver dcepcnin O Wwdom I like a dove t%thought ou speakest - !n 172 POEM8 OF GOETBE. 178 , Yet thon mast leave GANYMEDE. My earth etill atandig; Flow, in the light of morning, My cottage, too, which WBBnot raised by th- i Round me thou glolowoet, Leave me m hearth, 8 ring, thou beloved onc ! Whoee kind& plow fith thousand-vnrying loving bliea By thee is enwed. The sacred onlotione I know naught poorer Born of thy warmth eternal Under th0aun, than ye gods 1 Prese 'gainet my bosom, Ye nourieh sinfully, Thon endlessly fair one I With em Il2oee Could I but hold thee olaeped And votive prayem, Within mine arme I Your ma'eety ; Ah ! upon thy bosom Ye wauld e'en etsrve, Lay I, pining, If children and And then thy flowers, thy paw, Were not trustingb"$" oola Were prcaaing against my heart. While yet a child, Thou oooleat the burning And ignorant of life, Thirst of my boaom, I turned my wandering ~EB Beauteoue morning breem l U toward the aun, aa iP with him The nightingale then calle me Tiere were an ear to hear my wdhm Sweetly from out of the miety vale. A heart, like mine, I come, I come ! feel compaeaion for ditreee. Whither ? Ah, whither P To Up, up, lies my couree. 'While downward the oloude Are hovering, the cloude o roecued me from certain dath, Are bending to mect yearning love. For me, Within thine arme lJpwal.de ! Embraced and embracing I Upwards into thy bosom, O Father, all-lovmg I I honor thee, and whyP --c Hast thou e'er lightened the eorrowa Of tim heavy laden ? PROME!!HEUS. Haet thou e er dried up the tears COVERthy epacioue heavene, zena, Of the anguishstlicken ? With clouds of mist, WRBI not faahioned to be a man And like the boy who lope By omnipotent Time, The thietlee' heade, And by etcrnal Fate, Dieport with oake and rnonntah-peakg ; fi Masters of me and thee P I; 174 POEM6 OF METEE. POEMS OF GOETHE 176 l Didat thou e'er fancy What doth dietinguiah That life I should learn to hate, ChAs from mankind P. And fly to deserta, This ! Multitudinone Because not dl Billows roll ever My blossoming dreams grew rip? Before the immortale, 11 An infinite stream. Here sit I, forming mortals We by u billow After my image ; Are lifted -a billow A race resembling me, To suffer, to wee To enjoy, to be &d, And thee toacorn, A little round A011 Encircles our life, --c And raoeß unnumbered Extend through the age& LIIKITS OF HUM-. Linked b existence's Idnite oIl ain. WHENthe Creator, --c The Great, the Eternal, Sows with indzerent THE GODLIKE. Hed, the rolling hm ' NOBLEbe man, Clouds, o'er the earth, Hie Helpful and good ! Lightnings in blessing, For that alone I has the,nethermost Distinguisheth him Hem of His garment, From all the binge Lowly inclinmg Unto ua known. In infantine awe. For never against Hail to the bein The immortala, a mortal Unknown and f%om, May memure himelf. W hom we fore ode ! Upwards lhpiring, if ever From hìu examplc He touchcth the S~WEwith his iorehead, Learn we to know them l Then do his insecure feet For unfeeling Stumble and totter and reel ; .Nature i~ ever. Then do the cloud nnd the tempest On bad aud on gmd Make him their pastime and sport. The sun alike shineth ; Let him with sturdy And on the wicked, Sinewy limbs, As on the best, Tread the enduring The moon and atam g]- Firm-aeated earth ; Tempest and torrent, Aiming no further, than Thunder and hail, The oak c11 the vine to compare 1 Roar on their path, -- .. .__. ~ -.. . I76 POEMB OF QOETHE. 177 Seizing the while, Aa the hmte onward, GERMAN PAENASSUR One Jter another. WEATEthe shadow Of these bushee Even so, fortune On the meadow Qropes 'mid the throng- Where thecooling water guahee, Innocent boyhood's Pkœbue ave me, when a boy, Curly head seizing, - All life's eiuln~ to en'oy. Seizlng the hoary So, in silence, aa the i:od Eead of the sinner. Bade them with his sovereign nod, After laws mighty, Sacred Muses trained my dap Braen, eternal, To his praise, - Must all we mortale With the bright and eilve flood Finish the circuit Of Pernslreus stirred my JL, Of our existence. And the seal so pure and chaate By them on my lips WBB placed. Man, and man only Can do theimpoaslble ; With her modoat pinione, aee, Philo~nelencimles me I ' He 'tia distinpisheth, -?! Chooseth and judgeth; In these bushes, in ron grove, He to the moment Calls she to her slsterthrong. . Endurance can lend. And their heavenly choral mng Teaches me to dream of love. . He and he only The good can reward, Fulneee waxa in m bwaat The bad can he punish, Of emotiona &l, i!lest ; Can heal and can save ; Friendship'e nurtured, -love awakes,- All that wanders and etrap And the silence Phœbus breaka Cm nsefidly blend. Of his mountains, of hi valen, Sweetly blow the balrnyp.; And we pay homage All for whom he showseotlon, To the immortals Who are worthy his protection, As though they were men, Gladly follow hm direction. And did in thegreat, What thebest, m the small, mì8 one cames with joyous bearing Doee or might do., And with open, radlant gaze ; fit a sterner look is wearing, Be the man that is noble, Thris one,acarcely cured, with darinE ' Both helpful and good, Wakes the strengthof former daya; Unweariedly formkg For tho sweet, destructive flame The right and theuseful, Pierced his marrow and his frame. A type of tboaa being That which Amor stole before Our mind hath foreshadowed Phœbus only can reatow.. .. - . _...... - .._ . ._ .. . -...... ,...,I~. . ...,.I.. ...%... . I...... ~.~.~... : ... . b... . . u m--- 178 POEMS OF OETIIE. POEMS OF WETHE. 1’19 Peace, and joy, and harmony, That which in the mominp Aspirations pare at13 he. She had lost through ropuuKGe, All herbreast’s first aspustione, Brethren, rim ye I And her heart’s calm meditationa. Numbers prize ye ! To theshady wood EO fair Deeds of worth resemble they. Gent1 stealing, Who can better tllrn the bard . Takes dethat which man oan ne’er Guide a friend when gone Betray? Duly merit, -each soft feeling, - If his dut he regard, Disregards the noontide ray More hdl dyo, than others may. And thedew atclose of day, - In theplaiu her path sheloses. Yes ! afar.1 hearthem sin Ne’er disturb her on her way1 Yes! I hear themtouch tf’ le string, And with mighty pdiike stroke Seek her silently, ye &ses I Right.and duty they inspire shouts I hear, wherein the Mund And evoke, Of the waterfall ie drowned. AS they sing and wake the lyre, From the grove loud clamo1.s rim, Tendencies of noblest w-orth, Strange the tumult, stran the criea To each type of strength give birth. See I rightly? Can it bey To the verr sanctuary, Phantesies of sweetest power Lo, an impious troop in-hiea I Flower Round about on every bough, O’er the land And ex om, Bending now Streams the band ; Void oP shame, Like the magic wood of old, Hot desire, All the frame. ‘Neath the fruit thatgleams like gold. Drunken-fire Iron shot, In their gaza Fierae sud hot, What we feel and what we view Wildly pla E,- Strike with fear In the land of highest bib- Makes the lair On the ear ; This dear soil, a sun like this, - Bristle there. All they slay Lures the best of women too. And the troop, On their wa And the MUECE’breathin With fell swoop, O’er the lani Rouse the maiden’s gentk” e brcaat, Women, men, Pours the band ; Tune the throat tominstrelsy, Coming then, All take fli ht And with cheeks of beauteous dye, Ply their blom At their Sigf t. Bid it sing a worthy song, Ah, o’er every plant they rush I Sit the sisterbandamong ; Ah, their cruel footste E crush And their strains grow softer still, All the flowere thnt filP their path! As they vie with earnost will. Who will dare to stern .their wrath P . One amongst thc band betimes Brethren, lot UE venture all ! Goes to wander Virtuc in your pure cheek glow& By the beeches, ’noath the limea, Phœbus will attend our call Yonder seeking, finding yonder When he sees our heavy WOBB ; 180 POEMS OF GOETIIE. 10l And that we may have aright 'ppe's * wave he sips Wea one suited to the fight, P1th profane and spreading li E, Ho tle mountain ahaketh now- With ungainly feet stampa From its brow Tiu the waters flow on dy. Rattling down Stone on stone Fain Pd think myself deluded Through the thiokct spread appear. In the saddening sounds I hear ; Brothren, seize thcm ! Wherefore fear? From the holy glades secluded Now thc villain crew as&, Hateful tones assail the ear. As thoPgh with a storm of hail, Laughter wild (exchange how mournful !) And expel the Rtrnngera wild Takes the place of love's sweet dream ; From these regions soft and mild Women-hatera and the scornfnl Where thesun has ever smiled I In exulting chorus scream. What strange wonder do I see ? N htingale and turtledove Cau It.be ? %y their nestm so warm and ohaste, All my limbs of power are reft, h3,idamed with sensual love, And all stren h my Land hm left. Holds the Faun theNymph embrsoed. Canite? Here a garment's tom Bwa None are st rang^^ that I see I Scoffi euaoeed their sate~bh, And our brethren 'tis who go Wiethe god, with anw'ray, On before, the way to show! Looh upon eaoh imploae lue& Oh, the recklese, impious onos ! €IOWthey, with their 'arring tonee, Va or, smoke, BB from a fire, ' Beat the time, as on the he1 ' Ldadvancing clouds I view; Quick, my brethren !-$t us fly! Chords not only grace .the lyre, For the bow ita chords hath too. To the rash oms, et L word ! Even the adorer's heart Ay, my voice ahalI now be heard, Dreads the wild advancing band, Am a peal of thunder, strong! Words as poeta' arms were made, - For the hathat round them dart When the pdwill be obeyed, Show the fierce deatroyer's hand. Follow fast hls darts ere long. Oh, n leot not what I sa For? speak it lovingly r Waa it possible that ye From our boundaria haete awa Thus your'godlike "pity From the god's dread anger y! Should forget P The h raus rude Cleanse onoe more the holy lace,t Must a heavy b111vlen &el Turn the savage train ani Be I To the hand. but wont to steal Earth oontains upon ita faoe O'er the lyre in gentle mood. Many a art unssnctified ; From the sparkling waterfalls, Here we on y phthe good. From the brook that purling oalle, Stars unsullied round UB burn. Shall Silenus' loathsome beast Be allowed at will to feaat P POEMS OF MEW, 188 L82 POUMS OF COETUE. If e, in repentant mood, $rom your wmderinp would return, If e f2il to find the bliRs hatye found wit11 t.w of yore,- Or When lawless mirth like this TEEBIE’Eno menagerie, I vow, Gives your hearto c1eligI:llt no more, - Excels my IJili’s at thie minute ; Then retnrn in Idgrin1 pise, She keeps the strangest creatures in it, Gladly up tho nlomltrin go, And catches them, she knows not how. TVlIilc your straiw repentant rise, Oh, how they hoy, and run, and rave, And our brethren’s adverlt show. And thcir cllpped pinions wildly wave, - Let a new-born wreath entwine Poor princes, who must all endure Solclnnly your temples round ; The pang of love that naught can cure. Rs ture glows in llenrts divine &hen a long-lost ßinner’s found. it Lili?-Asknotmel Swifter e’en the Lethe’s flood unknown to thee. Round Denth’s silent house can play, Oh, what a cackling, what a shrieking Every error of the good When near the door she takes her stand, W111 love’s cllalice wash away. With her food-baaket in her hand! All will haste your steps to meet, Oh, what a croaking, what a As ye cotne in mnjestJ, - Alive all the trees and the bxrtj;fz!r, Men your blecrsing will entreat ;- While to her feet whole troops draw.neru ; Ours ye thus will doubly be I .The very fiRh within the water clear ----c Splash with impatience and theù heads protrude ; LOVE’S DISTRESSES. And then she throws around the food Wno will haar mc! Whom shall I lament to With such a look !- the vory gods delighting . P P say naughtof beasts). There begins, then, a bitins Who would pity me that heard my EOITOWS? (To A picking, a pecking, a eipping, Ah, the lip that emtEO many raptures Used to taste, and nscd to give rcsponsivc, And each o’er the legs of another is tripping, Now is cloven, and it pins mc sorely ; And pushing, and ressing, and flapping, And it is not thus ßeverely wounded And chasing, and Puming, and snapping, . By my mist.resa having caughs me fiercely, And all for one small piece of bread, And then gently bitten me, intending To which, thongh dry, her fair hands give a trretg To secure her frieud more firmly to her : As though it in ambrosia had been placed. No, my tender lip iN cracked thas, only And then her look ! tho tone By thewinds, o’er rime and frost procoeding, with which sho calls : Pipi ! Pipi ! Pointed, simp, unloving, having rnct me. Wodd draw Jove’s eagle from hL throne; Now the noble grape’s bright juicecommingled Yes, Vend tnrtlcdoves, I ween, U’itll the he’s wveet jnice, npon the fire And the vain pencock e’en, Of my hearth sl~allease me of my torment. Would corne, 1swear, Ah, what use will all this be, if with it Soon as that tone had reached tl~enlthrough the air. Love adds not a drop of hie own balsam? ‘I 84 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 11 E’en from a forest dark had she Vainly I leap and climb ; Enticed a bear, unlicked, ill-bred, I feel a ledeu spoll And, by her wiles alluring, led That pinions me aa well, To join the gentle compan And when I’m fully wearied .out in time, Until aa tame aa they wmK‘ e : I lay me down beslde some mock-caacade, (Up to a certain point, bo it understood f) And roll nlyeelf half dead, and foam, and cry, IIow fair, and, ah I how good And, ah ! no Orends hear my sigh, She aeemod to bel I wonld llave drained my blood Excepting thosc of china made f To watqr e’en hor flow’rcts sweet. But, ah, with sudden ower, Thou sayest : I1 Who 4 How ? And where ?”- . In all m members 1 lissfnl feelin reign ! , Well, to be plain, pod sire -I am the bear; ’Tis she W xo singcth yonder in her Ewer ! In a netapron, caught, alas I I hear that darling, darling voicc again. Chained by a silk-thread at her feet. The air is warm, and teems \nth fragrance clear, But how this wonder came to pasa Sinm she perchance for me done to hear? 1’11 tell some day, if e are carious ; b Txaste, and tramplo down the shrubs amain ; Just now, my temperv B much too furious. The trocs make way, the bushes all retreat, And so- the beast is lying at her feet. Ab, when I’m in the corner placed, And hear afar the creatlres snapping, She looks at hiln : The monster’s droll enough I And see the 0i ping and the flapping, He’ß, for a bear, too mild, J turn aroun Yet, for a dog, too’wild, With owlingx sound, So shagFy, clumsy, rough I ” And hac ward runa step in haste, U in hlß back she nt1 ptrokes her foot ; And lookf around %le thinks 11imselW in aradise. With growling sound, What fcelings throng11 his scven senses shoot I Then run again a step in bsste, But she looks on with carelens eyes. And to my former post go round. I lick her soles, and kiss her shoe6 AE gently aa a bear well may ; But euddenly my anger pm, Softly I rise, and with a clever ruse A mighty spirit fills my nose, Leap on her knee. -On a propitious day My inward feelings all revolt. She. sutrere it; my ears then tickles she, A creattnre such se thou ! a dolt! . And hits me B bard blow in wanton play ; Pipi, a squirrel able nuts to crack I I growl with now-born ecstaay ; I bristle up my shaggy back, Thon speaks she in a sweet vain jest, I wot ; Unused a slave to be. (6 AUons tout dowx 1 slr 1 la menotte 1 I‘m laughed at b each trim and upstart tree . Ek faites SerVitSUT To scorn. The iowling green I fly, Comme unjdi seiperir.“ With neatly-mown and well-kept gr=; rocecde with sport and gleo ; The box makes faces m I p-- . Into the darkest thicket haeten I, hc would lazy be, to ’scape from the ring, Her fondness all at onco hath cerned. %:$e %:$e paling# to spring1 186 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF WE=. l87 She doth a ffaek of balsam fire poseese, Sweeter than honey bees can make, Many grieve us, and ae hour on hour ie stealing, One drop of which she’ll on her finger take, To and fro our restless natures swa When softened by hie love and faithfulness, First we feel, and thenwe find emh 1;eeling Wherewith her monstcr’n raging tllimt to slake ; By the changeful world-etream borne away. Then leaves me to myaclf, nnd nies at laat, Well I know, we oft within UE find And I, nnhonnd, yet prisoneil faet Many a hope and many a smart. By magic, follow in her train, Charlotte, who can know our mind? Seek for her, trcrnblc, fly again. Charlotte, who can know our heart? The hapless creature thlie tortuenteth ehe, Ah ! ’twould fain be understood, %would fain o’edow Regardless of his pleasure or Ilia woe; In some owattllre’s fellow-feelings bleat, Ha! oft hdf-opened dom she leave the door for me, And, with trust, in twofold measure know And sideways looks to learn if I will fly or no ; All the grief and joy in Nature’s breast. And 1-0 gods ! your hands done Can end the spell tllnt’n o’er me thrown ; Then thine eye is oit atmund thee cast, Frec me, and gratitude my heart will fill ; But in vain, for dl seems closed forever; And yct from henwn ye send mo down no dd- Thus thefairest part of life i0 madly paaeed Not quito in min dot11 life my limbs pervade: Free from storm, but restingnever ; I feel it I strength ia left me etill. . To thy sorrow tliou’rt toda repelled Bywhat yeaterda obeyeB thee. + Can that world by t T;ee be worthy held Which EO oft betrayed thee ? TO CHARLOTTE. Which, ’mid all thy pleasures and thy aine, ’WDSTthe noise of merriment and glee, Tiveil in Relfislr, unconcerned ropose ’Midst full many a orr row, many a care, ‘Seo, the soul its seCret celle regains, Charlotte, I remenller, we remember thee, And the heart -makos haste to clwe. How at evening’s hour EO fair, Thus found I thee, and glad17 went to meet thee; Thou R kindly hand didet reach us, 4‘ She’s worthy of all love! ’ I cried, When thou, in some happy place And prayed that Heaven with purest bliss might greet Where more fair is Nature’s face, thee, Many a light1 hidden trace Which in thy friend it richly hath supplied. Of a spirit lovcthidst teach us. & Well ’tia that thy worth’ I ri htly knew, - MORNING LAMENT. That J, in the hour when trst we met, While the first impression filled me yet, OH,thon cruel, deadly-lovely maiden, Called thee then B gwl both good and true. Tell me what great ein havo I committed, That thou keepest me to therack thun fsetened, Reared in silence, calm1 knowing naught, That thou hast thy solemn promise broken? On the world we sudt? enly arc thrown ; ’Twaa but yeetere’en that thou with fondnm Hundred thousand bil~owsround UE sport ; &escd my hand, and these sweet rcccnta momvIredr All things charm us - many pleam done+ Yes, I’ll come, I’ll come when morn appromhed+ Come, my friend, full surely to thy chamber,” 188 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEACB OF GOETHE. 189 On the latch I left my doors, unfmtened, In the.houee wse’going now and oorning Having first wit?] care tried all thc hingea, Up and down th0 atairs, and doors wore creaking And rejoiced right well to find thcy creaked not. Rackwards now, now fOr\VardE, -footstep8 dattered, Yet, a8 though it wcrc a thing all-living, what B night of cxpectlrtiorl prsrtcd 1! For I watclled, and‘ every cllinle I numbered ; From my cherished hope I could not tear me.’ If perchance I slept a few drort momenta, When at length the aun, in hated splendor, Still my l~eartrenlained awakc forever, Fell upon my walls, upon my windowfl, And awoke mc from nly gentle slumbers. Up I sprang, and Ilnstened to tho gardon, Them to blend my breath, 80 hot arid yearning, Yea, then blessed I night’s o’erhanging darknees, With the cool rcfrenhing morning breeze#, That EO calmly covercd all thing round me ; And, it might be, even there to mcct thee: I cnjoycd the univemal silence, But I cannot find thec in the arbor, Whde I listened ever in the ailence, Or the avenuc of lofty lindena. If perchance the slightest sounda were stirring. -c- Had she only thougl~t~,my thoughts resembling, THE VISIT.. Had shc only feelinp, like my feelings, TO-DAYI thought to ated upon my darlidg, She would not await the dawn of morning, Bnt thedoor was closed of her apartments. But, ere thie, wonld%urely have becn with me.” Of a key, however, I am maater ; Skjpped a kitten on the floor above me, Noiselessly I glide within the doorway. Scratched a mouac a panel in the corner, In thesalon found I not the maiden, Wse there in the house the slightest motion, Found the maiden not within the pador, Ever hoped I that I heard thy footstep, But on tiptoe entering her chamber, Ever thought I that I Led thee oommg. . Thcre I find her, sunk in And BO lay I long, and ever longer, In her robea, upon tho 80 And already WE the daylight dawning, At her work had slumber And both here and there werc eigna of movement. And the nettin ,with the needlea, rested ’Twixt the faira anda that hung’ croaawise folded. 66 Ta it m door P Were it my door only !” Silently I aste me down beside her, In nry ed I leaned II on my elbow, And awhile I mused if I should wake her. Lookma toward the iroor, now half-npparent, If perchance it might not be in motion. Awed me then the peace ao aweet and holy, Both thc winp upon the latch continued, Which upon her drooping eyelids rested : . the quiet hingea calmly hnnging. On her lipa ;bode a trustful quiet, On Beanty on her cheeks, tho home of beauty ; And the da grew bright and brigl~ter ever; And the trsnguil movement of her boaom, And I hear 3 my neighbor’s door unbolted, Showed how mnoclent the heart thnt moved it. Aa he wnt to earn his daily wagca, All her limbe, 80 racefull reposin And erc long I heard the wagons rumbling, Lay rclaxed by afr eep’a de icious br fi mm : And the city gates were also opened, There I snt enraptured, and the vision While the marketplace, in ever corner, Curbed tlie impulse I had felt to wake her, Teemed with life and bustle aniconfusion. With B apell that closß and cloner bound me. 190 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETBE. 0 my love,” I murmured, and can elumber, : That its mollow ray ma mrve me, Which unnmkswhate’er is false and formal, ’Stead of Phœbae and 1mora I ” Can he injure thee not, nor nnrnvel But they left me to my slumber, Ought to shake thy lover’s fondest fancy 4 Dull, and spiritlese, and torpid ; And the mornin E leey leisure 66 Thy dear eyes are closed, those CYCE EO tender- Ushered in a use ese day. Eye4 which only lifted me enchantment, Those sweet lips, oh, lips ßo sweet they stir not, Then when spring began to kindle, Stir not nor for speech, nor yct for kisses I Thus thenightingales I conjured - All Imlodhencd is the magic cincture Sweetest nightingalee, oh, warble, Of thine arms, that otlrerwhilcs ellclasp me, Warble early at my window! And the hand, the dainty sweet companion Wake me from the heavy slumber Of all best endearments, void of motion. That in magic fetters holds me I ” Were my thonghts of thee dolusion merely- . And the loveo’edowing singera Were my love for thcc hut df-cleception, Sang all night around my window I must now discern thc truth, when Amor All their rarest melodies ; stands beside me thus, with oyes unbandaged.“ Kept awake the soul within me; Gave me trances, aepiratione, Long whilc thus I sat, wit11 heart elated, Glimpses of divine emotion, Thinking of her worth and my devotion ; Soothing, melting, undetined. Sleepin , she with rrpture EO had filled me, So the night assed lightly over, That I $id not vcnturc to awake her. And Aurora Pound me sleeping, Placing softly down npon her table Scarce I wakened with the sun. Two pomogranates and two half-blown rosebuds, Lastly, came the glorious summer : . Gently, gently, glide I from the chamber. What aroused me then from dreaming, When mhc opes her eyes, my own heart’s darling, At the earlieet dawn of morningP And they rest upon my gift, with wonder ’Twas the bnxin of the fies I Will ehr! mwc, how n~chfine token over The are touchef by no compaasion, There should be, and yet her door unopened. Ruthesdi ah3do their dut Though t e h f-awakened EP eeper When twlight again I see my angel, Greets them with a malediotion. Oh, how she will joy, and twofold pay me, Unabashed their clan they summon, For this tributo of my heart’s devotion! And the hummin swarm is vooal, And they banish from my eyelids, All the luxury of sleep. THE MUSAGETES. Straightway atart I from my pillow, OFTEXin tho winter midnight, Leave theclmebele ered chamber, Prayed I to the blcased Muses- sally out to seek theTuses, Here is not the red of morning, In the haunts to them are dearest. Tardy is tl~cday in breaking; And I End them ’neath the bedme, Light for me, ye blessed Musee, Waiting for me, sometimes chiding, Light the lamp of inspiration, For my over-longdelay. . POEM8 OF GOETHE. l92 €VEMS OF GOE-. l98 Thus I owe you, libelled inrects, Tbe danced them down to the salt-eea strand, ThrnkR for many hours of rapture. Anithey leftthem standing there, hand in hand. Dullards may indeed abuse you, Since you wake them to sensation ; UNow wait thee, love, with my steed eo free, But thepoet ought to I)ri+eyou, And the bonniest bark I’ll bring for thee.” And I thank you, m a pwt, And when they pasecd to the white, white Banking ou, beyold all others The ship came sailing on to the land ; the us to tho Muso. AE E om But when they were out in the midst of the Bound, ---c Down went they all in the deep profound 1 TI33 WATER-MAN. Long, long on the shore, when the winds were high, They heard from the waters the maiden’s cry, . I rede ye, damsels, a8 best I can - Tdnot the hoewith - the Watcr-Man l OH,mother ! IV& me well, I pray ; How shall I woo mc yon winsome May?” PSYCHE. She has built him R home of the water clear, TBE Muwe, maiden sisters, chose The saddle and bridlc of sea-eand wem. To teach poor Psyche arta poetic ; But, epite of all their rulee æsthetio, Ho hm donned the garb of A knight so gay, She never could emerge from prose. And to Mary’s Kirk he has ridden away. No dulcet sounds escaped her lyre, , He tied his steed to the cbancel door, E’en when the summer nights were nigh; And he stepped round the Kirk three times sad four, Till Cupid came, with glance,of fire, He has houne him into the Kirk, and all And taught her all the mystery Drew near to gaze on him, greut and small. The priest he was standing in the qliire ;- M ABSENCE. “ What gay young gallant COIIICE branking 11cm P’, h shall I then regain thee never P The winsome maid, to herself said she, My benutiful I And art thou flown? . Oh, were that gay young gallant for me !y’ Still in mine eara reeounds forever He stepped o’er one stool, he stepped o’er two; Thy every word, thy every tone. (6 Oh; maiden, plight me thine oath EO true 2 As through the air, when morn is springing, He stepped o’er three stools, he stepped o’er four; Tho wandcrer peers in vain, to trace ‘6 Wilt be mine, sweet May, forevennore? Tbe lark, thnt o’er him high is singing, Hid in the azure depth of space ; She gave him hcr hand of the drifted annw - ‘(Here haet thoc my troth, and with tilea I’ll 60.~ So, he,through field and forest lonely My sad oyes roam in quest of thee ; They went froru the Birk with the bridal train, My mon@ are tuned to thee, thee only; They danced in glee and thy danced full fain ; Oh, come, my own love, back to me ! .. ... l.--____. _. . -...... 184 POEMS OF QOETHE. POË[s OF QOE!CHE. 195 THE MAGIC NET. Do I see a conteat yonder P Sea I miraclea or pantimes P Beauteous urchina, five in number, ----c ’Gainat five sisters fair contendine, - THE CHURCH WINDOW. Meaaured is the timo the ’rc beating- At a bright enchantress’ {idding. THE minster window, richly glowing, Glittering spcam by some are wrelded, With many a gorgeom etain and dye, Threada are othera.ninhly twining, I’taelf a parable, is ehowin So that in their marca, the weapong The might, the power of poesy. Onc would think, must needs be captured. Look on it from the outer aquare, Soon, in truth, the apeara are priaoned; And it ia only dark and dreay ; Yet they, in the gentle war-dance, Yon blockbead alwaye viewe It there, One by one eacape their fettem And swem ita aapeot makeg him weary. In the row of loops 80 tender, That make hate toseize a free one But enter once the holy portal - What splendor burata upon the epf Soon aa they release a captive. There aymbols, deeds, and forme Immortal, So with wntesta, striving, triumphs, Are blsxing forth in majesty. Flying now, and now returning, Be thankful you, who .have the gift IEan artful net aoon woven, To read and feel each eacred atory ; In ita whiteneaa like the anow-flaken, And O, be reverent when you lift That, from light amid the darkneaa, Your eyee to look on heavenly glory I Draw their streakylinee EO varied, As e’en wlom acarce can draw them. --c Who shall now receive that garment THE CAVATJER’SCHOICE. Far beyond all othera wished-for? phlnlively Uttle Mind ooculs in one d Qoethe’r Opema wry charml compmltlm whlch probab1 are lea!! read thau they dadene. It Is n2 Whom our much-loved miatreaa favor r~tngetherd nrl bed evhmtl founded 011 n alu Boottlsh dittv cn~l~lrdld-~~%a~n&ermn*r Aip: or the ral~ As her own acknowledged amant P of Win’s hn@tem,’ In WU&predsely the sHme qneatlnns era pm I am bleat by kindly Fortune’a pounded and a~wered. fithcompels IM to MY that In pht of me&. the oumodty 11- th the BOO- WM. ~hlrbeink ~OUB~i as pu^ Tokene trae, in silence prayed for f rt or ratber omnmonty the trannlator han alloren himeall more ~Ercm~**nbsrdeen~Inony~Inr-Intbep* And I feel myself held captive, ant aalleOtlon.1 To her service now devoted. IT waa a gallant cavalier Yet, e’en while I, thua enraptured, Of honor and renown, !&US adorned, am proudly wandering, And all to eeek a ldye-love See ! yon wantona are entwining, He rode from town to town. Void of atrife with secretardor, Till at a 4dow-wornan’s door Other neta, each fine and finer, He drew the rein EO free; Threads of twilight interweavin , For at her siile the knight eepied Moonbeams aweet, nightrrioleta%alsa. Hw onmelp Anuehtera three. 196 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. Well might he gaze upon them, The copper sweat is greener yet, For thc were fair and tall ; Tllan 1s the grass on hi; Ye never rlave seen fairer maids, And the foul fiend he ie crueller In bower nor yet in Ilall. Than any woman’s will.” Small marvel if the plIant’t3 lleart He leapt eo ligl~tlyfrom his steed, Beat quicker in his breast : He took her by the hnnd ; ’Twas hard to choose, and llard to lose - “Sweet maid, my riddles thou hut ~sd, How nligllt he aale thbellt P Be lady of my land !” Now, mddcns, prytty maidens mine, The eldest and the second maid, Who’ll rede me rlcldles three? They pondered and ,weredumb, And RIIC who answem best of all And there, perchance, are waiting yet Sl~allbe mine ow11 1:ldye I ” Till another wooer como, I ween they blusl~edIIR maidens do, Then, maidens, take this warning word When BIICII rare words they hear - Be neither slow nor shy, bow speak thy riddh if thou wilt, But alwaya, when a lover speske Thou young cavalier ! ” Look hndly, and reply. What’s longer than the longcst path P First tell ye that tome ; And tell me what is deeper yet, THE ABTIST’S MORNING WNG. Than is the deepest sea P MY dwelling is the Mudhome- And tell me what iA loudor far, What matters it how small? Than is the loudeet horn? And here, within my heart, is set And tell me what hrrth sharper oint, The holiest place of all. Than e’en the sharpest thon r When, wakened b the earl SII% U And tell me what ie greener yet, 1 ria0 from slum ters soan{ Than greenest grmm on hill P I see the ever-living forms And tell me what is cruellor In radiance grouped around. Than a wicked n-omnn’s will P ” The eldest and the second nai id, I pray, and songa of thanks and praiae They mußed nnd tllought awhile ; Are more than half my prayer, But thc young& she looked npward, With simple notcs of rxluslo, tuned And spoke with merry o mile. , To 80m0 harnlonious air. “O, love is surely longer far, I bow before the altar then, Than the longcst paths that bo ; And read, an well I may, And bell, they say, is deeper yet, From noble Homer’s master-work, Than is the dccprst sea ; The lesson for the day. The roll of thunder is more loud, He takes me to tho furioes fight, Than is the loude~thorn ; Where lion-wrrrriors throng ; And hunger it is wome to bear . Wheregoddescended heroes whirl Than sharpast wound of thorn. In iron cara along. 198 POEMS OF GOETBE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 199 And steeds down beforo the cm; How fair she was, reclining there ; And rounf% the cumbered wheel, What Ian i& in her look I Both friend and foe are rolling now, Bow thrille her lance through all my &tunes All blood from head to heel ! The very Fgpcnc’ shook. Her eyes, her cheeks, her lovely lips, Then comes the champion of them di, Were all the world to me ; Pelides’ friend is he, And in my breast a younger life And crashes through the dense array, Rose wdd and wantonly. Though thousands ten they be! Oh ! turn again, and hide thee here, And ever smites that fiery sword Nor fear euch rude alarms ; Through helmet, shield, and mail, How could I think of battles more Tntil ha falls by craft divine, With thee within my arms! Where might could not prevail. But thou shalt lend thy perfect form Down from the glorious pile he rolls, To dl I faahion best; Which he himself had made, F11 intthee firat, Madonnswiee, And foemen trample on the limbs & infant OU thy breast. From which they shrank afraid. P11 aint thee SB a startled nymph, dyself a following faun ; Then start I up, with arms in hand, And still pnraue th fl ing feet What arms tho painter beara ; Acrroee the wood lawn. And soon alon my kindling wall LIm ’ The fight atkyappears. With helm on head, like Mara, J’‘] lie B thee, the Queen of Love, On ! on again ! The wrath is here An d draw a net around us twain, Of battle rolling red ; And emile on heaven above: Shield strikes on shield, and sword helm, on And every pdthat cornes shall pour And dead men fall on dead 1 Him blessmga on th head, I throng into theinner prese, And envious e es be Iar away Where loudest ringm the din ; From that dar marriage-bed! . For there, around their hero’s oorpee, Fight on his furious kin1 THE GOBLET. A rescue I rescue ! bear him heme Into the leaguer near; ITPmy hande I held a brimming goblet, Pour balsam in his glorioua wounds, Soul tured uaintly by the carver% nunning, And weep above his bier I OJu ed wit¡! eager lips the strong nepenthe, So at once to drown all care and anguish. And when from that hot tranceI pane, Great Love, I feel thy charm ; Then cane Amor in and found me sitting, There hange my lady’s picture near- And he smiled a smile of serious sweetnem A piotnre, vet 80 warm J Am in pity.of my foolish pnrpose. 200 POEMS OF GOETHE. .POEM8 OF QOETHE. 201 Friend, I know a vessel nobler, fairer, Worthy all your soul in it to bury; To THE GBASSHOPPER. Say what guerdon, if to thee I give it, APTER ANACREON. . Fill it for thee with a rarer nectar? ” ~~~b~olthlrfiMpoemtoC~~ohs~ Ume Iwlle, and beghdng, “Hlbppy Inmot I what OUL will%% Oh, be kept his promise, and bow truly! omc4 men.] Lida, when with thy dear love he blessed me- ~PPYart thon, darlin ineeot, Me, that for thy sake had long bcen pining. Who upon the trees’ taf 1 branchee, When I clasp thy bendeß tomy bosom, By B modest draught ins ired, And from th fond lips, RO fond and faithful, , Smnging, like B monarch Ivest l Drink the b a! m of long long stored affection, Thou posseaaest aa thy portion Thus entranced, I comlnnnc with my spirit. All that on the plains thou seeet, All that b the hours ia hhught thee ; “No ;has never God, save Amor, fashioned ’Mon t tie husbandmen thou livest, Vessel such as thih nor e’er poamesmd it ! Aa a eariend, uninjured by them, Forms EO lorious ne’er were shaped by Vulcan, Thou whom mortah love to honor, With his Pnest soul-enprompted mrllct. Herald eweet of sweet Sprin s advent l On the leaf-clad mountnins may Lpus Yea, thou’rt loved by all the$uees, With his faunm, the hoariest, the Pngest, Phœbus’ self, too, needs must love thee; Cull the clusters of the daintiest snvor, They their silver voices gave thee, Ye4 may guido the mystic fennentntion, A can never steal upon thee. Draughts like this not dlhis skill can furnish I ” ’ &e andgentle friend of Oeta, Born a creature fleshlesa, bP oodleaa, EaoM AN ALBUM OF 1604. Though Earth’s daughter, free from outrering, To thegods e’en almoat equal. HOPEprovidell wings to thought, and lovc to hope, Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, + And ~ny,that as onhigh her figure chnngeth, . FROM “THE SORROW8 OF YOUNG WERTHER” So, npon earth, my joy decays :md ~WH‘N. And whis Cr in her car with modeet softness, ~tothe~editlon.], How do& oft hung ite head, and truth oft wept. EVEBYyouth for love’s aweet portion sigha, And, 011, ye .thongllt.s, diwtrnwtfully inclined, Ever maiden s’ he to win man%love ; If ye are therefore by the lovcd one chided, Why, aT aa ! should9 itter pain arise Answer : ’tis trnc JC chsngc, but alter not. From the noblest passion that we prove? As she remains the ßame, yet chnngeth ever. Doubt .may invade tho heart, but ~.~oisonamot, Thou, kind aoul, bewaileat, lovest him well, For love ie sweeter, by snapicion flavored. From disgrace Ilia mcmory’a saved by thee; If it with anger overcasts tlw ye, Lo, hie spint sighs from out its cell : And heaven’s bright purity jwrverrelyblackens, BE A xm,NOB BEEE TO FOLLOW YE. Then zephyr-eighs Rtraight acarc the clonds amy, And, changed to tears, dissolvc them into rain. - Thought, hope, and lovc rcmain there as before, TENDEB thoughts and sweet recollection, Till Cynthia gleams upon me aa of old. That is life in ita greatest perfection. l 203 POE- OF GOETEE. POEME OF GOE!I’HE. 20a And yeam in one short moment are ensbrined ; TBZLOGY OF PASSION. But, oh, the hareh farewell is hid behind l I. WERTHEB. TO, Thou smilest, friend, with fitting thoughte inspired ; B a dread arting was thy fame aoquired ; ONCEmore, then, much-i\vepts1lRdow, thou dost dare Tiy mourn& destiny we sorrowed o’er, Boldly to face the day’s clonr light, For weal and woe thou left’st UE evermom To meet me on fresh blooming meadows fair, And then again the passions' wavering force And dost not trcrnblc at my eight. Drew UE along in labyrinthine comae ; l’hosc happy times appcar returned once more. And we, consumed by constant misery, When on onc field we quaffed refreshing dew, At length mustpart -and parting is to die 1 m And, when the day’s unwelcome toil were o’er, How moving is it, when the minstrel sings, The farewell sunboamb blcsscd our ravished view ; To ‘scape the death thatseparation brings l Fate badc thee go, to lin er here waa mino, - Oh, grant, some god, to one who suffere so, - To tell, hdf-guilty, his sad tale of woe l Going the first, the srnallcr 7088 wa~thine. The life of man appears a glorions fato : II. ELEGY. The day how love1 and tlle night how great l when man bad œmed to utter his lament, And we ’mid Para$isslike ra tures placed, A god then let me tell mytale cd wmw. The sun’s bright glory scarcc K ave learncd to -te, WHAThope o€ once more meeting is there now When stran e contending feelings dimly cover,. In theEti1ldOEÌ?d blossoms Of this day? Now u% an de now the forms that round us hover; Both hcaven and hell thrown open seeet thou ; One% feelinp by no other are supplied, What waverin thoughts within the bosom play l - ’Tis dark wthout,if all is brightinside ; No longer doubt? Descending from the sky, An outward brightness veils my saddened mood, She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high. When Fortunesmiles, -how seldom understood I And thus thou into Paradise wert brought, Now think we that we know her, and with might AE worthy of a pure and endlcas lifc ; A woman’s beauteous form inetile delight ; Nothing was left, no wish, no hope, no thought, Thyouth, a8 glad as in his infancy, ’’ Here WBE the boundary of thine inmost strife : Tho spring-timo trcdm, as though the E rin were he And eeeing one EO fair, EO glorified, ICavid~cd,amazed, he asks, how this.is J?one The fount of yearning tears WBE straightway dried. He looks around, the world appears his own. With careless speed he wanders on through space, No motion etirred the day’s revolving wheel, Nor walls, nor palaces cancheck his race ; In their own front the minutee seemed to go ; .hsome gay fllght of bids round treetops playe, The evening kiss, a true and binding seal, So ’tis with him who round his n~istress strays; Ne’er changing till the morrow% sunlight glow. He seeks from Æther, which he’d leave behind him, The hours resembled sisters &B they went, The faithful look that fondly serves to bind him. Yet eaoh ono from another different. Yet fint too early warned, and then too lata, The laat hour’s kim, so sadly eweet, &aced Hc feels his flight restrained, is captured straight; A beauteous network of entwining love. To meet again is sweet, to part is sad, Now on the threshold pause the fect, now hante, Again to meet again is still more glad, As though a flaming cherub bade them move; . . .. --- 204 POEMS QOETHL OF 201 The unwillin e e the dark wandere o'er, road The powc of loving, and all ing si he Backward it 00 but clomd it sees tho door. PK m, For love reeponyve were e= and %rowned; And now within itself is closed this breast, While longin hope for joyous enterprim As thou h it ne'er were open, and as though, Was forme%, and rapid +ion straightway found; ' V 'n wi ev'ry star, no moments blest If love can der a loving one mepire, %a,iits presence, felt a kindling glow ; Most lovingly it gave me now ita fire ; Sadness, reproach, repentance, weight of care, And 'twas through hi- an inward sorrow lay Hang heavy on it in the sultryair. On soul and body, heavily oppreesed ; Is not the world still left? The rocky steepm, To mournful phantoms was my sight a prey, In the drear void of a sad tortnred breaat ; Are they with holy &des no longer crowned 4 Grows not the harvest ripe? No longer creeps Now on the well-known threshold Ho e hath smiled, The espalier by the stream, - the copsc around P Hereelf appeareth in the sunlight mill Doth not thewondrone arch of ]leaven still rise, Unto thepeace of God, which, as we read, Now rich in shape, now shapelese to the eyes? Blesseth us more than reaaon e'er hath done, , Love's happy peace would 1 compare indeed, AE,seraph-like, from out the dark cloudß' chorua, When m the prosence of the dearest one. With softness woven, paccful, light, and fair, There reste the heart, and there the eweetest thought, Resembling Her, in the blue æther o'er us, The thought of baing here is cheoked by naught. A elender figure hovers ln the air,- Thus didstthou see her joyously advance, In the pure bosom doth a errrnin float, The fairest of the fairest in the dance. Unto a holier, purer, ungnown 5eing Its grateful aapirntions to devote, Yet but a moment dost thon bold1 dam The Ever-Nameless then unriddlea weing; l'o clasp an airy form inetead oP hers ; We call it : piety !- suoh blest delight Back to thine heart ! thou'lt find it better there, I feel a share in, when before her sight. For there in changeful guise her image stire; Before her 'Eight, n0 'neath the sun's hot ray, What erst wasone, to many turneth fast, , Before her breath, aa 'neath the spring's soft wind, In thousand forme, each demer than the Isst. In ita deep wintry cavern melta away As at the door, on meetin lin red she, Self-love, so long in ioy chains confined ; And step by step m f$ihfuf%dor blessed, No sclfishnas and no self-will are nigh, For the last kiss herßcT f entreated me, For at her advent they were forced to fly. And on my lips the Isst, 1mt kiss impreaaed, - ' It seems an though she said : As hours pans by T11110 clearly traced, the loved one's form we view. The spread before us life with kindly plan ; With flames engraven on a heart so true, - Small inowldge did the yesterday supply, I To know the morrow is ooncealed from mm ; A heart that, firm as some embattled tower, And if the thought of evening made me start, Itself for her, her B itself reverem, The sun at setting gladdened straight my heart. For her rejoices in its hting power, Conscious alone, when she herself appem; "Act, then, aa I, and look, with 'oyous nrind, Feels itself freer in so sweet a thrall, The moment in the face ; nor 1ingcr thou I And only beats to give her thanke in . Meet it with speed, m haught with life, m kind all. In notion, and in love 80 radient now; 1 206 POEMS OF GOETHE. m. ATO~LIEIPT. Let all thing bewhere thou art, childlike ever, [Compomnd, whemnwe~~~ty-buryeam old, for a POW who exadled Thus thou'lt be all, thus thou'lt be vanquished never." a PlByIng m the pmmforb3. Thou speakeet well, methought, for m thy guide €'ABSION bringe reason, - who can pacify The moment's favor did a god assign, An auguished heart whose loss hath been so great 4 And each one feels himself, when by thy side, Where are the houm that fled so swiftly b 4 Fate's favorite in a moment so divine ; In vain the fairest thou didst gain from sate; I tremble at thy look that bids me go, Sad i0 the soul, conheed theenterprise ; Why should I 9are such wisdom vast to know 4 The glorioua world, how on the sense it dies I Now am I far! And what would best befit In million tones entwined for evennore The present minute? I coukl ecarcely tell ; Musio with an l-pinions hovers there, Full man a rich possewsion offers it, To ierce man's Fein8 to itsinmost core, Thcee tut offend, and I would fain repel. l&ernal beauty as its fruit to bear; Yerrninp unquenchnble dl1ilrirc me on, The eye pwsmoist, in yearnin blest reverea All counsel, Rave unbounded tears, is gone. The godhke worth of music as oytesre. FIOW on, flow on in never-cdsing course, And so the lightened heart Boon learns to eee Yet may c never quench my inward fire f That it still lives, and beate, and ought to beat, Within my 1: 000m hcavee a mighty force, Offering itself with joy and willingly, Where death and life conhnd in combat dire In grateful pa ment for a g.ift 80 sweet. Medicines may serve the body's pane tostill ; And then wan fe& - oh, may it constant prove l - Naught but thespirit fails in etrength of will, - The tadold bliis of rnueic and of love. + Fails in conception ; wherefore fails it so P A thousand times her image it ortrays ; THEremembranoe of the Good Enchantin non-, and now compoP Iod to go, Keep us ever glad in mood. NOW iwfstinct, now clothed in purest rays ! The remembrance of the Fair How could the smallest comfort hcrc be flowing? The cbb and flood, the coming and the pingf Makes a mortal rapture share. Tbe remembrance of one's Love Lcrve mc here now, my life's companions true l Blest ie, if it constant prove. Leavc me alone on rock, in moor and heath ; The remembrance of the One But courage ! o en lies the world to you, JE the greateet joy that's known. mre glorious Rcavens above, the eartll beneath; --c Observe, investigate, with searching eyes, And nature will disolose her mystcriee. CWrlW at the .ge d mventy+men.] WRENI was still a youthful wight, To me is all, I to myself am lost, So full of enjo ment and merrr, ' Who theimmortals' favdrite erat was thought ; The painters usci to sssert, in spltc, They, tempting, ~rntPandoras to my cost, That m features were s~nall- ree, very ; So rich m wonlth, with danger far more fraught; Yet then full many a bcauteoue chdd d me to thosc lipa, with rapture crowned, With true&cction smiled. DeserteThey "'g. me, and hurled me to thepund. upon me '\ c 208 POEMS OF METRE. POEM6 OF GOETHE; 209 Now ae a graybeard I sit here in state, . . What myatio joy I felt l What ra t devotion I By street,nnd b lane held in awe, sirs ; ’ That form, how pregnant with a godE ke trace! And may be seen,%ke old Frederick the Great, A look, how dld it whirl me toward that ocew On pi ebowls, on CU E, and on saucem. Whose rolling billows mightior shapes embrace! Yet the eauteous mai Beng they keep afar; Mysterious veseel ! Oracle how dear I Oh, vision of youth I Oh, golden stnr ! Even to grasp thee is my hand too baae, --c Except to steal thee from thy prison here FOREVER. With plons purpose, and devoutly go Back to theair, free thoughts, and sunlight dear TEE happiness that man, whilst prisoned here, What greater gain in life can man e’er know IS wont with heavenly rapture to compare,- Than when Cod-Nature will to him explain The harmon of Truth, from waverinolear, - How into Spirit steadfaatness m3flow, Of Frien Jship that is free from doll!% ting care, - How steadfaat, too, the Spirit- remain. The light which in strn thoughts alone can cheer om The wise, -the ba rialone in visions fair, - --c ROYAL PBdYER. In my best hours I found in her all thig I And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss. 1 Ha, I am the lord of earth ! The noble, --e I in my emvice, love me. i Who’re LINES ON SEElXG SCHILTAER’SSKULL. Ha, I am the lord of earth ! The noble, [Thla carlow imltrtloa of the ternary metre of Drnte w~lwrltten at the O’er whom m sway extendeth, love I. age d mventyseven.] , .Oh, grant me, ddin Heaven, that I may ne’er WIT= a gloomy charnel-honse one day Dispense wlth loftiness and love 1 I viewed the countless skulls, eo strangely mated, I + And of old times I thought that now were gray. HD31AN FEELINGS. Close scked they stand that once so fiercely hated, I And har y bones that to the death contended, AH, yegods I ye great immortals ’ Are lying Crossed, -to lie forever, fated. In the spacious heavens above us 1 What held thosc crooked shoulder-blades suepended P Would ye on this earth but give UE NO one now asks ; and limbs with vigor fired, Steadfsst minds and dauntless coure The hand, the foot - their uee in life is ended. We, oh, kindly ones, would leave yon Vainly ye sought the tomb for rest when tired ; All your spaoions heavena above UE I . Peace in the rave may not be youm ; ye’re driven --c . .-Rack into %aylight by a force inspired ; ON THE DIVAN. But none can love the withered husk, though even glorious noble kernel it contain8d. HE who knows himself and others A Here will also me, .-To me, an adept, ~BBthe writing given michnot to all its holy sense ex laindd. That the East and West, like brothere, Parted ne’er shall be. When ’mid the crowd, their icy eh Jom flinging, , I EDW a form that glorious still remainèd, Thoughtfully to float forever, And even there, whew mould and damp were clinging, ’Tween two worlds, be man’s endeavor I Gave mo a blest, a rapturc-fraaght emotion, So between the East and West . Am though from death a living fount wem springing. To revolve, be my belreet I 216 ' POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 211 A Wreath of corn was on her head, J3XFLANATION OF AN ANCIENT WOODCUT, Her eye the day's bright lustre shed ; RRPBErnnTIXG Her name is honest Industry, HANS SACHS' POETICAL MISSION. Ehe, Judice, Magnanimity. p feel oonniderable healtstim in vyturlng to OBWthis remion of a which Carlyle deaoribea to be a kautlful plcce (a very Ifand She entered with B kindly greeting; !E& b~tbIn olmyter ant1 style), wIlic11 we w+sh there wan He felt wonder at themeeting, my poeaiby lty d tmwhtrtl !I%c wadt?r will be aware that Huu no ~1swan the celebratail i'hatrelCt,bl,ler of *iurembnrg who wrote For, kind and fair m she might be, 4~ pla 1 TM) wndo talea and between .I non uli 4000 urlo' He &mu& boughout almbt lhu whole of the 16th century.7 He long had known her, fancied he. EARLYwithin his workshop here, I have Belectod theq" she said, On Sundays stands our master dear; From all who earth's wild maze8 tread, His dirty apron he puts away, And wem a cleanly doublet tday ; Leta waxed thread, hammer, and pincers reat, . nd laye his awl witkin his chest ; ue scventh day he takes re OW From many p~lhand rnmy glowe. soon as the spring-sun meets his view, Repose begets bin1 labor anew ; He feels that ho holds within his brain And call all e il by its name, A little world that broods there amain, Naught softenya own, attempt no quibble, And that begins to act and to live, lieh up, nau ht vainly scribble. Which he unto othere would gladly give The wory" d shall stand% dore thec, then, As Been by Albert Durer's ken, He had a skilful eye and true, In manlinese and chan less life, . And was full kind and loving, too. In inward strength anr firmnees rife. For contemplation, clear and pure, - Fair Nature's Genius by the hand For making dl his own again, sure ; Shall lead thee through every land, He hda tonguc that charmed when 'twae heard, on And graceful and light flowed every word; Teach thee each different life to scan, Which madc the MUECSin him rejolce, The Mmtersinger of their choice. And now a maiden entered there, With swelling breast, and body fair; with footing firm shc took her place, And moved with stately, noble grace ; Ae though 'twere in a ma 'c chest. Write these thing down or folks on oarth, She did not walk in wanton mood, In hopes they may to wit gire birth." - Nor look around with glances lewd. Then she a window opened wide, She held a measure in her Lmd, And showed g motley crowd outaide, Her girdle waa a golden band, 212 PO- OF GOETHE. PO- OF WE=. All kinds of beinge ’neath the sky, Behind him in B line drawn ont, As in hie writin@ one may spy. He dragged all fools, tho lean and stout, The great and little, the em ty and full, Our mastcr dear waa after this, All too witty, and dl too duS 1, On nature thinking, full of bliss, A laeh he flourished overhead, When toward him, from the other side Ae though a dance of apes he led, He saw an agèd woman glido ; ‘Abusing them with bitternesa, The name &e bears, Historia, As though hie wrath would ne’er grow lea. M hologis, Fabula 7 wy”Ith footstep tottering andunstable While on this eight our maater gazed, She dragged a large and wvooden cawed table His head wes growing Woll n’ h crazad : Where, with wido sleeves and human mien. What words for all could he Ye er find, Tho Lord was catechizing seen ; Could such a medley be combinedP Adam, Eve, Eden, the Borpcnt’s soduction, Could he continue with delight Gomorrh and Sodom’s awful destruction, For evermore to sing and writeP The twelve illustrions women, too, When lo ! from out a cloud’s dark be That mirror of honor brought to view ; In at theupper window aped All kinds of bloodthimtinew, mudcr, and sin, The Muse, m all her majesty, The twelve wicked t -rants als8vere in, AS fair aa our loved maids we sbe. And all kinds of goo?i ly doctrine andlaw; With clearness she around him threw Saint Petcr with his scourge you SOW, Her truth, that ever stronger grew. with theworld’s ways dissatlsfied, And by our Lord with power eupplied. I, to ordain thee corne,” she spake: Her train and drcsa, behind and before, So rosper, and my blessing take 1 And e’en the semns, wem painted o’er The ioly fire that slumbering lies With tales of world1 virtue and crime.- Within thee, in bright flames shd rise ; Our masterviewed aT 1 this fora time ; Yet that thin0 ever-reetleas life The si ht right glad1 ho surveyed, May still with kindly strength be rife, I, for thine inward spirit’s calm, so usef u1 for hin in Hstrade, Whence he was able to procure Have granted nourishment and balm, Exnmple good and prcccpt sure, That rapture ma thy eoul imbue, Itecounting all with truthful care, Like eome fair b rossom bathed in dew.” - As tllongh he had been prosent there. Behind his house then secretly &-spirit seemed from crrth to fly, Outaide the dorway pointed she, He ne’er hdturned away his eye, Where in a shady grden-nook Did he not ‘ust bchind hlm hear A beauteous maid with domcaet look A rattle of bells approaching near. Wes sitting where a strcam was flowing, And now a fool doth catch his eye, With elder bushea near it growing, With goat and ape’s leap drawing nigh, She sat beneath an a ple tree, A merry interlude preparing And naught around Ker seomed to see. With fooleries andjests unsparing. . Her lap wes full of rosee fair, Whbh in a wreath ahe tviacad with ou8; L . ., .. ._ ,;..A.. . 214 POEMS OF GOETHIE. POEME OF WETHE. . '216 And with them leavee and blossoms blended : But sadden wm the new-born day revealed: For whom WBBthat sweet wreath intended 4 A maiden came, in heavenly bright array, Thus satshe, modest and retired, Like the fair oreatures of the poet's lay Her bosom throbbed, with hope inspired ; In realm of song. My yearning heart wss healed! Such deep foreboding filled her mmd, No room for wishin could she find, Yet turned I thence, till she had onward psed, And with thetho&tu thnt o'er it flew, While closer still the folds to draw I tried, though with heat self-kindled to grow warm; Perchance a eigh WBB mingled, too. As eut followedher. She stood. The die WBB oat! "But why should EO~Wcloud thy brow No more within my mantle could I hide ; That, dearest love, which fills thee now I threw it 06..- she lay within mine arm. Is iraught with jo and ecstasy, --c Prepared in ono ar one for the, That he within thine oye may find IN A WORD. .Solace when fortune PMVCS unkind, Tane to be ohained forever, can I bear P And be new-horn through mm A very torment that, in truth, would be. That he mceives with inward &;p This very day my new resolve shall see, - Whene'er ho clas s theo to his brellst, I'll not near the lately worshipped Fair. May he from all &e toils find rest. go When he in th dear arms shall si&, Yet what exoume, my heart, can I pre are May he new li! e and viydrink: In suoh a we, for not oansldting tK ee? Frcsh jop of puth sl1n t thou obtain, But courage I while our sorrows utter we In merry 'est rejoice vin. In tonos where love, grief, gladness have a &am. With railr e and rogulsh spite, Thou now xalt tenso him, now delight. Bu$ see ! the minstrel's bidding to obey, Thus Love will nevermore grow old. Its melody pours forth the soundine lyre, Thus will the minstrel ne'er bo cold." Yearnin a sacrifice of love to bring. Soarce woul drst thou think it - ready is the lav; While he thus lives, in secret blessed, Well, but what then P Methought in the firit fire Above him in the clouds doth rest ' We tö her preaence flew, that Iny to siug. An oak-wroath, verdant and sublime, Placed ori his brow in after-time ; --c While they are banished to theslough, !CEE MAIDEN SPEAKS. Who their greatmaster disavow How grave thou lookest, loved one I wherefore 80 4 Thy marble image seems a type of thee ; Like it, no sign of life thou pest me ; THE FRIENDLY BfEETING. Compered with thee, the stone appeara to glow. h spreading mantle to my chin concealed, Behind. hie shield in ambnsh lurks the foe, I trod the rocky path so steep and gray, The friend's brow all unruaed we ehonld me. Then to thewintry plain I hcnt my way I seek thee, but thou scekat away to flee; Unessily, to flight my bosom eteeled. Fixed 88 this dptured figure, learn to mow! 216 POEMS OF GOE’I’EE. POEME OF -TEE. 217 Tell me, to which should I the preference pay? Must I from both with coldness meet aloneP DEPARTURE. The one is lifeless, thou with lifc art bleet. In short, no longer to throw words away, WITHman a thousand kiss not yet contant, Pl1 fondly kiss and kiss and kiss this stone, At leu@{ with one kiee I waa forced’to go; Till thou dost tear me hence with enviour breaet After that bitter parting’s depth of woe, I deemed the ehore from which my steps I bent, GROWTH. Ita hills, streams, dwellings, mountains, 88 I wen& A pledge of joy, till daylight ceased to glow; O’EB field and plain, in childliood’s artless dam Then on 111y si ht did bliasful visions glow; Thou sprangest with me OD many a spring-morn fair. In the dim-lighte%,distant firmament. “ For such a daughter, with what pleming care, Would I, ns father, happy dwellings raise P” And when at length the sea confined my gaze, And when thou on the world didst cast th M ardent longing filled my hcnrt once more ; gaze, bat1 had lost unwillingly 1 ROU ht. Thy joy waa then in household toils to E are. K Then Heaven appeared to shed its kin 8;ly rays ; mhy did I trust her, SII she trmt me e’er ? Methought that all I had For such a sister, how I I eaven should praise 1 ” P Remamed still mine - R‘“ Nothing can now the beauteous growth retard ; Love’s glowing flame within my brcast is fanned. + Shall I embrace her form, my ‘ef to end? Thee a8 a queen must I, alas, regarr THE’LOVING ONE WRITES. So hifh ahow me placed thou seemest to stand ; TEElook that thy sweet eyes on mine impress, Be ore a pmsing look I meekly bend. The pledye thy lips to mine convey, -the kine,- + He who, ike me,’hath knowledge sure of thie, FOOD IN TRAVEL Can he iu aught beside find happiness? ’ IF to her eyes’ bri ht lustre I were blind, Removed from thee, friendsevered, in distreaa, No longer wo111f they serve mylife to gild. These thougllta I vainly struggle to dianlise ; The will of destiny nlust be fdfilled, - They still return to that one hour of bliw, This knowing, I withdrew with saddened mind, The only one ; then terns my grief confess. No further happiness I now aould find ; But unawares the tear makes haste to dry: The former longin@ of my heart wem stilled; Heloves, methinka, e’en to those glades EO still,- I sought her look8 alone, whereon to build And shalt not thou to diatant lands extend? My joy in life -all else warn left behind. Receive the murmura of this loving sigh ; Wille’s genial glow, the fCRtd banquet ay, M on1 joy on earth is in thy will, !khy &na!, will tow’rd mc ; a token sond I . Ense, sleep, and friends, nlf wonted pf easuree glad I spurned, till little there rclnrined to prove, -c- Now calmly through the world I wend my wa : That rh~chI crave may everywhere be hd LovIJTclLy I’ll eing of love ; With me I bring the one thmg needful --love. Ever comes she from o.bove. c ,. . ;.y... 218 WEMB OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. ala TEE LOVING ONE ONCE MORE. SHE CANNOT END. WEENunto thee I sent the page all white, WHYdo I o'er my paper once more bend? Instead of first thereon inscrlbing aught, Ask not too cloeely, dearest onc, I pray : The spaoe thou doubtless filledst up in sport, For, to E eak truth, I've nothing now to sa Yet to thyg ands at length 'twill como, dear &d. And sent it me to make my joy grow bright. , A0 soon 88 the blue cover met my sight, Since I can oome not with it, what I send As well becomes a woman, quick am thought M undivided heart shd now convey, I tore it open, leaving hidden naught, dthdl its jo , hopes, pleasures, paine, today: And read the well-known WO& of pure delight: All this hath'no eginning, hath no end. 6 ' MY ONLY BEING ! DEAEEBTHEUT ! SWEETCHILD I Henceforward I may nc'er to thee confide How kindly thou m yearning then didst still How, far as thought, wish, fancy, will, can reach, With gentle wo Je, enthralling me to thee. My faithful heart with thine 1s surely blended. In truth methougl~tI read thy whis em mild Thus stood I oncc enraptured by thy side, Wherewith thoulovingly my BOU Pdidst fill, Gmed on thee, and said naught. What neod of E'en to myaelf for aye ennobling me. speech ? --c My very being itsell wm ended. mMEs1S. --c WEENthrough the.nations stalks cant 'on wild, We from them cautiously should steraway, THE DOUBTERSAND THE LOVERS. E'en I have oft with ling'ring and dela THE DOUBTERE. Shunned many an influence, not to be deI led. YE love, and sonnets write ! . Fate's strange behest! And e'en though Amor oft my hours beguiled, Thc heart, ita Ilidden menning to declare, At length with him preferred I not to lay, Must scek for rhymes, uniting pdr with pair: And so, too, with the wretched sons oP day, Learn, children, that the will is weak, nt best. When four and three-lincd verses they compded. Scarcely with freedom the o'erilowing breast But punbhment pursues the scoffer straight, As yet 'can speak, and well may it beware ; As if by serpent-torch of furies led Tempestuous passions sweep each chord that's thew, From hill to vale, from land to sea to fly. Then once more sink to night and gentle rest. I hear the nie's laughter at my fate ; Yet doEnd all power of thinking fled Wb vex yourselves and OE, the heavy Etone In eonnebrage and love's fierce ecstssy. d the steep path but step by step to roll? + falls again, and yc ne er ceaee to strive. E THE CHRISTMASBOX. THE LOVERB. Tm >or, mine own sweet darling, thon wilt find But WC are on the propor road alone I With many a varied smeetnleat" form supplied ; If lodl ia to thaw the frozen 80111, The fruita are the of hol Christmaa tide, %e &e of love must aye be kept alive. But baked, indeed, IBor chi1 ren'suse de-ed. 220 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEKB OF GOETHE. m I’d fain, in speeches sweet with skill combined, The love of Petrareh, that all lorioue love, Poetic sn’eetaleats for the fcast pmvida ; Was unrequited, and, alas, u11 asil ; But why in such frivolities confide? One longGood Friday ’twaa,P one heartaahe drear; Perish the thought, with flattery to blind ! But may my mietrese’ Advent ever prove, One sweet thing there iß still, that from within, With its palm-’nbilee, EO sweet and lad, Within IIR ~pcaks,- that may be felt afar; 3ne endlese bayday, through the%velong year ! This mny LC \v:.:lftc!d o’er to tl~ccnlone. ’+ If thou r recollcction fond cmRt win, As if with pleasure gleanled cach well-known star, CHARADE. Tho smallest gift thou never wilt disown. Two words there are, both short, of beaut rare, Whose sounds our lips EO often love to !rame, But which with clcarnew never ceproclaim TITE WARXING. The things whoso own peculiar stamp they bear. WHRN~onllde tlw trun1pc.t nt the .Judgment Day, ’Tia well in days of agc and yonth so fir, And wl~enforcwr n11 Lllinp earthly die, One on the otlmboldly to inflame ; And if those WO~Etogether linked we name, TVC IlllISt a fllll :lllil truc rlccollllt supply we Of ev’ry usclcss wort1 WC dropped in play. A blissful rapture discover tlmre. But now to give them plcasnre do I scek, ßut what cffcct will n11 the words convey And in myself my happineecl would find ; Wherein with mger zeal nnd lovingly, hope m silence, but I hope for this : That might win thy fayor, hborcd I, I T Gently, m loved one’s nanlcs, thosc wolds to speak, If on thine ear nlone they (lie away? To sec them both \vitLin one im.age shri!led, Therefcre, sweet love, thy conscicnce bear in mind, Both in one being to embrace with be. Rcmcmbcr 1~11how long thou hrat delayed, So thrt the world RIICII snffcrings may not know. If I must rcckon, and exrmscß fid To ORIGINALS. I For all things nrrelcss T to thee lm-e said, A WLLOW says : ‘6 I own no school or college ; To a full par thJudgnlcnt Day will grow. No master lives whom I acknowled e ; And pray, don’t entertnin the thougq It That from the dead I e’er learnt aught.” This, if I right1 understand, MUE : ‘6 I’m a tlookhead at first hand.” THE SOIDIEIL’S CONSOLATION. No ! in truth there’s here no lrok : White the bred, thc maidcne black ! To :mother town, next nidlt, Blaok the bred, the maizeus white I . -.. 823 POEME OF GOETHE. WEM8 OF QOE!IXE. GmJ"E. THE RULE OF LlPE THU~roll I, never taking ease, b thou wouldet live unrded by cm, My tub, like Saint Diogenes, Let not the pa& torment thee e'er ; Now serious am, now seek to plenee; AElittle 88 poeeible be thou annoyed, Now love and hate in turns ono sees; And let thepresent be ever en'oyed ; The motives now arc those, now these; Ne'er let thy breast with hate te supplied, Now nothings, now realitice. And. to God the future confide. Thus roll I, never taking ease, . .$ - My tub, like Saint Diogenes. THE SAME, FZPANDED. IFthou wouldst live unruffled br oare, NEITHERTHIS NOR THAT. Let not thepast torment thee e er; If any 10s~thou hast to rue, IF thou to be L slave shouldst will, Act &B though thou wert born anew ; Thou'lt get no pity, but fare ill ; Inquire the meaning of each day, Adif B master thon wouldst be, What each day means, itself will say , The world will view it angrily; In thine own actions take thy pleasure, And if in statu pro thou stay, What othere do thou'lt duly treaeure ; That thou art but a fool they'll say. Ne'er let th breast with bate be supplied, + to Coithefuture confide. e TIFE WAY TOBEHAYE. - CALM ATSEA. THOUGHtempers are bad, and pecvish fdks swear, Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, nc'cr ; SILENCEdeep rules o'er the waters, And let not thefancies of women EO fair Calmly slumbering lies the main E'er serve thy plcasure in life to impair. While the sailor views with trouble Naught but one vast level plain. ----c Not a zephyr ie in motion I THEBEST. I Silence fearful a~ the grave I WEENhead ml l~cart mebusy, Bay, I In themighty waate of ocean What bettercm be found ? Sunk to rest is every wave. Who neither loves nor goes astray, - Were bettor under gound. IFwealth is -then something is gone! + Quick, maF"" e up th mind, And fresh weelth hd, AS BROAD AS IT'S LONG. E€honor is gone, -then much ie gone ! MODIESTInen must needs endme, Seok glor to find, And the bold muat 1111111blybow ; And peopTe then will alter their mind. Thue thy fatc's thc ER~W,be BIIX!, If conrage is gone, -then dl is gone I Whether bold or modeBt thou. 'Twere better that thou hadet never been born, ! .. .i 224 POEME OF GOEm. POEMSOF Gom. . Ba6 " l THE PROSPEROUS . 'i VOYAGE. ! OLD AGE. THEmist is fast clearing, OLD age je courteous-no one more: And radiant ia heaven, For time after dmc he knocks at the door, Whilst BOIUEIloosens But nobod san U Walk in, Sir, pray I " Our anguiuh-fraught bond. Yet turns te not from the door away, Tho zephyrs are sighing, But lifta the latch, and enters with speed, Alert is the sailor. And then they cry A cool one, indeed I " Quick ! nimbly be plying I Thc billom are riven, The distance approaches ; i EPlTAPH. I we land beyond ! A0 a boy, reserved and niughty; As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty; COURAGE. As a mau, for action inclined ; Aa a graybeard, fickle in mind. CARELESSLYover thplain away, U on thy grave will peo le read : Where by the boldest ma.n no path wm a very man, in eed 1 Cut beforo thee thou canst diecern, TL B Make for thymelf a ptn ! + Silence, loved one, my heart I RULE FOR MONARCH8. Cracking, Ict it not break ! h men are never their thoughts to em loy, Breaking, break not with thee ! Take care to provide them a life full ofjoy; A But if to some profit and use thou WOU] st bend them, I Take care to &ear them, and then defeud them. ADMONITION. I WITEREFOREever rmblo on P + For the Good is lying near. PAULO POST FUTUBI. Fortune lcarn to seize alone, II For thatFortune's ever here. WEEPye not, ye children dear, .! . That as yetye are unborn : --c I I' For eaoh EOITOW and each tear MY ONLY PROPERTY. Maker the father's heart to mourn. I FEEL that I'm po~scssedof naught, Patient be a short time to it, Saving the free unfettered thought Unproduqcd, and known to none ; Which from my bosom Reeks to flow: If our father cannot do it, And each propitious passing hour I & your mother 'twill be done. That suffers me in all its power loving fate with truth toknow. .I A HE who with life makes sport, --t Can prosper never ; MAY each honest effort be Who rules himself in naught, Crowned with lasting constancy. I0 a dave ever. 226 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEME OF GOETHE. 221 The gard‘ner next door o’er the hed THE M)oL’S EPILOGUE. u I’m not such a fool as that, in goo truth ; good worke I’ve done and ended, My pleasure ie ever to cherish ea& flower, Ye take thepraiae-I’m not offended ; And eee that no birds my fruit e’er devour. For in the world, I’ve always thollght But when ‘tia ripe, your money, good neighbor 1 Each thing ita true position hath eonght. ’Twas not for nothingI took all this labor I ” When raised for foolish deede am I, I eet oi! laughing heartily; And euoh, methinks, are the author-tribe. When blamed for doing aomething good, Theone hia pleasurea around him strews, I take it in an eaay mood. That his frienda, the publia, may reap, if thcy choose; If eome one stron .r give0 me hard blowm, The other would hin make them all subscribe. That it’s a jest, I Teip toeuppoee ; ßut if ’tis one that’n but my own like, I know the way such folks to strike. CAT-PDL When Fortune smiles, I merry grow, And Hing in duleijwbilo; WFULEhe is marked by vìaìon clear When tunke lier wheel, and tumbles me o’er, who fathoms Nature’s treanures, I think ’tie sure to riee once more. The man may follow, void of fear, Who her proportions mesenres. In the sunshine of Bummer I ne’er lament, Because the winter it cannot prevent ; Though for one mortal, it is true, And when the white enoaflakes fall around, These tradee may both be fitted, I don m skates, and am off with a bound. Yet, that the things themaelves are i200 Though 5 diesemble as I will, Must always be admitted. The sun for me will ne’er stand still ; Tho old and wonted coarse ia run, Once on a time there liveda oook Until the whole of life ie done ; Whose ekill WBB aet diputing, Each day the eervant like the lord, Who in his head a Pancy took In turne cornee home, and goee abroad ; To try hi luck at shooting. If proud or humble the line they take, So, gun in hand, he mught a E They all must eat, drink, sleep, and wake. Where atores of game were ceding, So nothin ever vexes me ; And there ere longa cat he ehot Act like tfe fool, and wiee ye’ll be l That on young birde WBB feeding. This cat he fancied WBB B hare, AUTHORS. Forming a judgment hasty, OVEBthe meadows, and down the bream, So eerved it up for people’s fare, And through the garden-walke etraying, Wellspiced, and m a paaty. He lucks the flowers that fairest seem ; Yet man a gueet with wrath WBB filled de throbbing heart brooks no delaying. (All wgo had noms tender) : His maiden then comes -oh, what ecetamy ! The cat that’a by the sportelnan kded Th,r flowers thou givest for one glance of her eye l No oook a hare cm render. 228 POEMS OF GOETFIE. POEMS OF GOETHE. B9 JOY. LEGEND. A DRAGON-FLY with beauteous wing THEBElived in the deeert a holy man Iß hovering o’er a silvery spring ; To whom a goat-footed Fami one day I watch its motions with delight,- Paid a vieit, and thus began Yow dark its colow seem, now bright. To his surprise : I’entrerrtthee to ray Chameleon-like appeara now blue, That grace to me and my friends may e given, Now red, and now of greenish hue. That we may be able to mount to Heaven,E Would it would come still nearer me, For patis our thirst for heavenly bliea.” That I its tintsmight better see I The holy man made answer to thie : It hovers, flutters, resting ne’er ! “Much danger L lurking in thy petition, But, hush ! it settles on the mead. Nor will it be eaay to gam admission ; 1 have it Rafe now, I declare ! Thou dost not come wlth an angel%salute, And when ita form I closely view, For I sec thou wearest a cloven foot.” I ’Tie of a sad :111tldingy 1JlllC- The wild man paused, and then answered he : I i Such, Joy-Diesector, is thy casc, indeed! “ What doth m goat’s foot matter to thee ? Full many I’ve inown into heaven to PIME Straight +d with ease, with the head of an BRB l EXPLANATION OF AN AA&UE Gm. A YOUNG figtree its form lifts kgh TBE WRANGLER. Within a beauteous garduu ; And see, a pat is sitting by, ONE day a shamelese and impudent wieht if he were its wardon. Went into a sh9p full of steel WRI’CB bnght, Aa Arranged with art upon every shelf. But, oh, Quirites, how one errs ! He fancied they all were mennt for himself; The tree is guarded badly; And m, while the patient owner stood by, For round the other side there whim The shiniu goods needs must handle and t And hums a beetle mdly. And value$ -for how should a fool betterT now P- The hero with lis well-mailed coat The bad thin@ high, and the od ones low, Nibbles the branches tall BO ; And dl with an easy self-satis%O ed face ; A mighty Ion in feels the goat Then, having bought nothing, he left the place, Gntly to cfmfup ho. The tradesman now felt sorely vexed, And so, my friends, ere long ye 8ee So when the fellow went there next, The tree all leafless standing ; A lock of steel rnade quite red hot.. It looks a typc of misery, The other cried upon the s ot : Help of the gods demanding. Such wareß as these, whoP d ever buyt The steel is tarnished shamefully,” - Then listen, ye ingenuous youth, Then pulled it, like a fool, about, Who hold wiae saws respected : But soon e& np n piteous shout. From hegoat and from beetle’s-tooth “Pray what’s the matter?” theshopmnn poke; A tree shouId be protected ! The other replied : L‘ Faith, a very cool joke 1’’ L..* ...__ . ~ .. - . -. J 130 PO- OF WE- POEMS OF QOETEE. 281 THE cmc.. !CBE DILETTANTE AND THE CRl!I!IC. I H~Da fellow ae my guest, A BOY a pigeon once Not knowing he waa such a pest, In y and brilliant And gave him just my usual fare ; Heei” oved it well, anB in-W! boyieh areseed; sport . IIc ate his fill of what was there, Ita food to take from his mouth he taught, And fora dessert my best thing swallowed, And in his pigeon he took such pride. Soon 88 his meal waa o’er, what followed 9 That his joy to others he needs must con6de. Led by the Deuce, to a neighbor he went, An ag&d fox near the lace chanced to dwell, And talked of my food to his heart’s content. Talkative, clever, aud earned as well ; The soup mi@ surely have had more spice, . The boy his society usedP to ph, The meat was dl-browned, and the wine awn’t nice.” Hearing with pleasure his wonders and lies. A thousand cuwes alight on his head ! ’Tie a critic, I vow I Let the dog be struck dead I ‘6 My friend the fox my pigeon must see I ” He ran, and stretched mongst the bushes lay he. --c Look, fox, at my pigeon, my pigeon EO fair 1 THE YELPERS. His equal Pm sure thou haet looked upon ne’er I ” Let’s see I ” - The boy gave it. - ’Tis really not OUB rida in all directions bend, bad; For bußiness or forpleasure, And et, it is far from complete, I must add. Pet yelping6 on our steps attend, The &athers, for instanoe, how short ! ’Tis absurd !” Andbarkinp without measnre. - - So he set to work straightway to pluck the poor bird. The dog that m our stable dwells, After our heels is striding, The boy screamed. - ‘6 Thou mustnow stronger pinions And all the while his noisy plis spPplY, But &OW that we are ndmg. Or else twlll be ngl Soon ’twaa strippebYLob, theto vi$,’ sin I - and torndl to pieaes. THE STORK’S VOCATION. The boy wm heartbroken, -and EO my tale cessem. THEstork who worms and frogs devour, He who sees in the bo shadowed forth his own case, That in our ponds reside, Should be on his guad ’gainst the fox’s whole raoe. Wh should he dwell on high church towar, --e d.Ith which he’s not allied P POETRY. Inceseantly he chatters there, &D to his untaught children aent And gives our em no rest; Law, order, knowledge, art, from high, But neither old nor young om dare- And every heaven1 favor lent, To drive him from hie nest. The world’s hard lot to ualify. I humbly aak it, -how can he They knew not how they e%onld behave, Give of hia titlu proof, For all from Heaven rtarkaaked came; Save by his ha.py tendenc . But Poetrytheir garments gave, To sell the ctumh’s rooif And then not one had oau~efor shame. ,, . _...... -..------.l__ 232 mmOF WETEE We Lutheran children used to dwell, CELEBRlTY. B eon@ and sermone taught as well. [A satire on his own 8mms Werthsr.J Tge Catholic cling-clang in truth small and bridges great Sounded more pleasing to our youth, in every 6tate, For all that we encountered there, Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone, To UE seemed varied, joyouq fair. some Emd se dolls, 6onie giants grown ; AS children, monkeys, and mankind Each paaeer must worship before Nepomnck, To ape ea& other are kdined, Who todie on a bridge chanced to have the ill-lu& We soon, the %e to while away, When once a man with head and ears A game at priests reeolved to play. A maint in people’s eyes appears, Their aprons all our sistem lent Or has been sentenced piteously For copee, whioh gav0 UB great content ; Beneath the hangman’s hand to die, And handkercbiefs embroidered o’er, He’s aa a noted person prized, Instead of stoles we also wore ; In portrait is immortalized. Gold paper, whereon besets were traced, En ravin@, woodcuts, are aupplied, The buhop’s brow as mitre graced. . An!! through the world spread far and wids Through house and garden thus in etate Upon them all is seen Lb name, We strutted early, strutted late, And every one admits his claim ; Ftepeatin with all proper Imction, ’ Eventhe image of the Lord hoeseantY y eaoh holy function, Ia not with greater zeal adored. The beet waa wanting to the pme; Strange fanc of the human race! We knew that a sonorous rmg Half sinner gai], half child of grace, Wae here a most important thmg; We see Herr Werther of the story But fortune to our rescue came, In all the pomp of woodcut lory. For on the ground a halter lay ; Iris worth is first made duly%nown, We were deli hted, and at once By having his sadfeatures shown Made it a belß -ropo for the nonce, At every fair the count And kept it moving all the day; In every alehouse, too, In turns each sister and each brother IIis ßtick is pointed b Aoted aa sexton to another; ‘‘ Thc ball would react his brain at onoe I ” All helped to swell the joyous throng; And each ESYE, o’er hie beer and bread : The ‘whole proceeded swimmingly, “Thank Heaven, that ’tis not we are dead! * And unce noactualbell had we, --c. We all in chorus sang, Ding dong I . PLAYINGAT PRIESTS. WITIITNa tom where parity Our guileless ohild’s-s ort long wa~hushed According to old form we see,- In memory’s tomb, 7ike some old lay ; That is to say, where Catholic And Pt 8orOEE my 111indit rushed Alrd Protestant no quarrcls pick, With pristine force the other day. And wllerc, as iu hie father’s day, The New-Poetic Catllolica Each worship God in his own way, In every point its aptneea fix I 84 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF WETHE. 236 802469. A PLAN THE MUSES EBTERTAINE‘ID. So~asare like painted window-panes In darknese wra ped the church romains, A PLAN the Muses entertained from the mar et-place we viewit; Methodically to impart If To Peyohe the poetiß ert ; Thus sees the ignoramusE through it. m Proeaiß-pure her soul remained, No wonder that he deems it tame,- No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre And aU bis life ’twill bo the same. E’en in thefairest Summer niqht; But let us now inside repair, But Amor came with glance of h,- And petthe holy chapel there ! The lemon soon was learned aright. At once the whole seems clear nnd bright, Each ornament is bathed in light, And frau ht with meaning to the sight. TRE DEATH OF TRE FLY. God’s chif dren l thus pour fortune prize, WITEeagernew he drinks the trencherous otion, Be edified, and feast your cycs I Nor stop0 to rest, by the first taste mide!; Sweet is the draught, but soon all power of motion He finds has from his tender merubem fled ; A PARABLE. No longer has he strength toplume his wing, No longer strength to raise his head, poor thing1 ’ I PICKED a rustic nos ay lately, E’en in enjoyment’s hour his life hc loses, And bore it homewa3 0, lnusing greatly; His little foot to bear his weight refuses ; When, heated by my hand, I found So on he sips, and ere his drau ht is o’er, Tbe heads all droopmg toward the ground. Death veils hie thousand eyes dor evermore. I placed them in a well-cooled glass, -c And what R wonder came to pm0 ! The heads soon raised themselves once more, BY THE RIVJ~R. The mlks were blooming ne before, WHENby the broad etream thou dost dwell, And all were in aa good a case Oft shallow is ita slu.ggish flood ; As when theyleft their native place, , Then, whcn thy fields thou tendest well, It o’er them spreads its slime and mud. So felt I, when I wondering hard The ships deecend ere daylight wanes, My song to forcign tongues transferred. The prudent fisher upward pee; Round reaf and rock ice caate its chaine, And boys at will the pathway clme. . SHOULD E’ER THETXIPELESS DAY. To this attend, then carefdly, S~roa~o’er the Iovelcgs clay rcrnnin And what thou wonld, that exemte! Obscured by storms of hail and rain, Ne’er linger, ne’er o’erhamty be, Thy charms thou shoaest never ; For time moves on with meaeured foot. I tap atwindow, tap nt door: ----c Come, loved one, come ! B pear once more l EACHtond to the pro et end Thou art as fairaa ever P Runo straight on, witR out a bend. 236 POEMS OF GOETRE. FORMS OF QOETHE. TELE FOX ABD HlJIVl?SW. THE FOX AND CRANE. HARD'tis on a fox'e tracee ONCEtwo persons uninvited To arrive, mídet foreat-gladce ; Came to join my dinner table ; Ho elee utterly the abac is, For the nonce they lived united, 8 bis flight the huntsman aide. Fox and crane yolept in fable. And eo 'tie with man a monder Civil greetinp paaeed between ne ; (Wh A B make da in fact), Then I pluoked aome pigeone tender Over WT lich ne gape and blunder, For the fox of jackalpnas, And our head and braina diatract. Adding ppee in full-grown eplendor. -c- Long-necked flaake I put a6 diehea THE FROGB. For tho crane without dela hg, Filled with gold and ailver fi^% es, A POOL was onco congealed with frat ; In the limpid water playing. Tho frogm in ita deep wabre lost, No lonqer dared to cronk or spring ; Had ye witneeaed Reynard planted But prornmd, being half releep, At hie flat plate all demurely, lf suffered to the air to creep, Ye with envy muat have sauted : As very nightingalce to eing. '6 Ne'er wna euch D gourmand, eurely !" , A thaw dissolved the ice so strong, - While the bird, with ciroumspection They proudly steered themeelvee dong, On one foot, aa usual brdled, When landed, e uattcd on the shore, From the flak his fieh-refection Bnd croaked aeqoudly ae before. With hi6 bill and long neck ladled. -t- One thepigeons praised, -the other, .. THE WEDDING. As they went, extolled the fiehes, Each one wffing at hie brother A =ABT WRB in a village spread,- For preferring vulgar diahes. It wae a weddingday, they mid. The pnrlor of tho inn I found, And Baw the couples whirlin round, If thou wouldst reserve thy credit, Each lase nttended by her Ial When thon mE eet folke to yzzle And all eeemed loving, blithe and glad; At thy board take care to epmad it But on my abking for the bride, Suited both for bill and muzdc. A fellow with a &tarereplied : ".'Tie not the place that point to raise I We're only dancin in ber honor; f BURIAL We now bave danceIf three nigbte Md days, ir To the grave one day from a bouse they bore And not bestowed one thought 11p0in her." A maiden ; To the window th citieena went to explore ; Whoe'er in life employe hie eyea In ephdor they lived, and with wealth as of yore Such caeee oft wiJl recognize. .. Thelr banqueta were Iden. I ._.. 288 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF Mm. 889 Then thought they : U The maid to the tomb ia now borne ; THREATENMG SIGN8 We too from our dwell in^ ere long muat be torn, b Venos in the evening eky And he that is left onr departure to mourn, Is eeen in radiant ma'esty, To our riches will be the succcsaor, If rod-like comets, reh &B blood, Por aome one mast be their poeeeaeor." h 'rnonpt the constellations viewed, Out sprin a the Ignoramus, yelling: U The starrsa exactly o'er my dwellin,B I . THE BUYERS. , What woeful prospect, ah, for me I To an applewoman's stall Then calle his nei hbor mournfully : Once Home children nimbl ; Behold that a wfu1 sign of evil, ran Portending woe to me, poor devil I Longing much to pnrchase t& M mother's asthma ne'er will leave her, They with joyoaa haate began . Snatching up the piles there raised, d child ia sick with wind and fever; While with enger eyee they gazed I 6ead the illness of my wife, On the rosy fruit so nice; A week hm passed, devoid of strife, - But when they found out the price, And other thin have reached my ear ; Down they threw the whole they'd got, The Judgment %ay haa come, I fear I " Just aa if they were red hot. His neighbor answera : L' Friend, you're right l Matters look very bad to-night. The man who atis will his goods supply Let's go a street or two, though, hence, Will never dnfa lack of folks to buy ! And gaze upon the stare from thence."- No change appears in either me. Let each remain then in his plaae, SYMBOL& And wisely do thebest he can, PALMSUNDAY at theVatican Patient I any other man. They celebrate with palmo; -c- With reverence bows each holy man, And chants the ancient psalm. m MOUNTAIN VILLAGE. Those very psalms are also sung TAXmountain vil1 waa destroyed ; With olive boughs in hand, ßut eee how eoonis T lled the void! Whilo holly, mountain wilde among, Shin rles and boarda, aa by magic ariee, In place of palme muet stand ; The kabein hie cradle and swaddlingclothes liee ; In fine, one seeks eome twig that's green, How blest to trust toGod'e proteationl " And takes a willow rod, Behold a wooden new erection, So that thepious man may e'en So that, if sparks and wind but choose, In emall thinga praise hie God. God's self at euch a game muet Iose ! And if ye have observed it well, To pin what's fit ye're able, -t- If e m faith can but excel ; IN the world do things go with you ill, &ch are the mythe of fable. You can't do right, do what yon will. i 240 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEME OF QO- %ut Wit's a native of the mil, THREE PALINODIAS. So he returned, worked, atrove amain, I. And found -sweet guerdon for hie toil! - "Incense ir but a tribute for the gods, - Beauty to quicken him slgsio. To mortals 'tis but poison." m. THEsmoke that from thine altar blows, BAEY AND B-OW. Can it the goods offend Y For I observe thou J101d'~t thy nose - DUB~Qa heavy storm it chanoed Pray what does tllia portend ? That from hie mma cockney glanael Mankind derlu illccnscb to excel At thefierce tempest m it broke, While to his neighbor thus he spoke : Each other enrthly thing, I So he that cannot bear it.s smell, "The thunder hm our awe inspmd, Fio incense e'er should bring. Our barns by lightning have been fired, - Öur sins to pun&h, I suppose ; With unlnoved face by thee at least But, in return, to soothe our woe% To doll^ is honwge given ; Sea how the rain in torrents fell, If not obstructed by the priest, Making the harvest promise wd! The scent mounta up to heaven. But is't a rainbow that I spy Extendin o'er the dark-gray sky P II. f COXFIJCT OF WIT ASD BEAUTY. With it I m sure we may dispense, The colored cheat l The vain pretenoo I Sm WIT,who is RO much csteemed, And who is worthy of all Ilonor, Dame Iris straightw~y thus relied : Saw 1Scn.uty his superior decmed U Dost dare my beauty to deri 5e ? In realms of space God stationed-me By folks wl1o lo~edto gaze lipon her; At thie he n'm most sorely vcxed. A type of better worlds to be Then canle Sir I3reat.h (long known as fit To eyee that from life's 8orrows rove clleerful hope to IIeaven above, To represent tllc L'AIIW of wit), In Beginning, rudely, I rdlnit, , And, tl~rough themist0 that hover here To treat the ladywith a text. God and IIis precepts blest revere. To this she hearkened not nt all, Do thou, then, grovel like the swine, But hastened to his principal : And to the ground thy enout confine, But snffer the enlightened eye "None arc NO wiee, they BPY, M you,- Is not the world enough for two ? To feast upon my majeety." If you are ohstinate, good-bye I cc If wise, to lore me you will try, A SYM6OL. For be amured the world can ne'er imglrenbyaoetheomOn@&d~bOtlOnd~ Give birth to a more handsome pair." ho etber&F "Oh pl-] 'AAAws. TEEmason's trado FAIRdaughters were by beauty reared, Resembles life, Wit hnd but ddl sons for hu lot; With all ite strife, - So for a seaaon it appeared LB like the stir made Beauty WAB constant, Wit H-= not. By mm on earth'e face. POEMS OF GOETHE. 249 Taongh weal and woe So oried, (6 Get ont, ye fools ! . The future may hida At this they were offended ; Unterrsed Then eaoh one took hie tooh, We onward go And EO our friendehip ended. In ne’erohanging ram. Since that I’ve wiser been, A veil of dread I And sit besidq my door ; Hanga heavier atill. When one of them 10 seen, Deep alunlbers fill , ’: * I ory, 6‘ Appear no more I ” The atara overhcad, “Hence, &u Id knave l” I bellow: And the footctrodden @AV& At thie haan ,too : Observe them well, U Yon impudent olf%low I And watch them revealing And pray, air, who am YOU P How solemn feeling I Along the streeta we riot, And wondorment swell And kvel at thefair : The hearts of the brave. But yet we’re pretty quiet, And folks revile u0 ne’er. The voice of the bleat, Don’t call u0 namee, then, plaeI n And of spirits on high At length ‘Imeet with eaee, Seems loudly to cry: For now the leave my door UTo do what 18 best, ’Tis, better dan before I Unceasing cndeavor I - UIn silence eterne TEE COUNTBY SCHOOLW!L!ER Here chaplets are twined., I. That each noble mind A YABTEB Of B country do01 It0 erdon may earn, - Jumped up one day from off hie ato0 , Knhope ye forever 1’9 Inaplred with firm molve to try I To gain the beat society ; So to the nearest baths he walked, VALEDICTION. And into the aaloon he stalked. I ONCE WBB fond of foole, He felt quite atartled at thedoor, And bid them come each da ; Ne’er having Been the like before. Then each one brought hi tooL To thefirnt stranger made he now The carpenter to pla A very low and graceful bow, The roof to stripfirst oi; ooaing, But quite fo t to bear in mind Another to supplp, That people Ta 80 atood behind; The wood 88 trestles using, Hi0 lefkhand nei hbor’a’paunch he strnok To move it by-and-by, A grievous blowPdp great ill luck ; While here and there they ran, Pardon for this he 6rst entreated, And knocked against each other; And then in haate hi0 bow repeated. To fretI mon began, Hi0 righbhand neighbor next he kit, My anger oould not smother, And bewed him. too. .to nudon it : I 244. POEMS OF COETIIE. POE- OF WETEE. ’ ßut on his pnting Ilia petition, He th110 in peace of mind one da7 Another wns in like condition ; To eome small town with them dld stray, Thcrw corn limentr 110 paid to all, Saw sornethlng litter in the street, Behind, be ore, acrosa the 11;111; A broken horses% Oe lay at hie feet, At length one who conltl at:utd no more He then to Peterturned and said: Showed hin1 impticmtly the door. YPick up that iron in my stead.” St. Peter ont of humor was, May man ,pondering on their crirues. Having in dreame indu1 d becmuse A moral haw fror11 thh butiltles I All men on thoughts so Fike to dwell, II. How they the world would govern well; As he procoedoil on his way Rere fancy revels without bounds ; He. thou ht, I wns too weak bday ; On this his dearest thoughts he founds. TO bow 791.1 ne’er again be seen ; Thie treaeuretrove heq$to despiaed, For goats will swallo~v whatis green.” But crowned eceptre he d have prized ; Across the fields he now must speed, And why should he now bend hie back Not over stumps and stones, indeed, To put old iron in his sack ? Bnt over meads and cornfields sweet, He turned aside with outward show Trampling down all with clurnay feet. Aa though he beard none speakiig m 1 A farmer mct hin1 by-and-by, And didn’t ask him : how? or why? The Lord, to bis longmiTering true, But with his fiat saluted him. .Himself pioked up thehome’s ahoq And of It made no further mention, . ‘6 I feel new lie in every limb I ” Our traveller cried in ecstaß But to the town walked with intention . Of going to a blackumith’a door, 4‘ ~110art tllou w11o t1lns gdden’at me P IIeaven such blwainpy ever send! Who gave one farthing for hisstow, Ma7 And now, when tbrou h the market strolling, er may I want a jovial friend !” Ne Cherries some one ho f eard extolling. --c Of these he bought aa few or many THE LEGEND OE’ TIIE HORSESHOE. As farthing buys, if it buy any, WHENstill unknown, and low as well, Which he, in wonted peacefulness, Our Lord u on the earth did dwell, Gently within his sleeve did preaa And many gisciples with him went Who seldom knew what his words meant, Now out at t’other te they’d gone He was extremely fond of holdin Paat fields and mear OWE, bonses none ; His court in the market-place, un Yoldiug The road likewiee of tre- WDB bare, , The highest precepts to their hearing, The sun shone bright with ardent glare, With holy mout? and heart unfolding ; So that great prioe, ìn him thus etretohe For man, in Heaven’a face when preaching, A drink of water Wou1 have fetched. Adds freedom’s rtrength unto bis teaching I The Lord, walking before them all, Let unawares a cherry fall, .. B parables and b examplq St. Peter ate it, then and there, d laade eaah marI etFlace a temple. Be though B golden apple it wem 245 POEM8 OF GOETER. WOYATP. He relished much the luscious fruit. Up the rocky pathway mount ; The Lord, whenever time would snit, (30 thon first? Aorom the thicket Another cherry forward sent, Leads the pathway toward the oott8ge For which St. Peter ewiftly bent. That I live in, The Lord thus often and again To me the fountain After the cherriee madc him strain. Whence I drink. When this had lasted quite a while, The Lord spoke thus with cheerful emile ; WANDEBICE. “If thou badet stirred when first I bade thee, Signs o€ man%arranging hmd More comfortable ’twould llave made thee; See I ’mid the. treee I Whoe’er small thin too much diedaine, Not by thee these ebne0 were med, Nature, who 80 freely soattere ’ .. For smaller onee t €fea greater paine.” d W0xA.N. U& still up I THE WANDE&EB WANDERER Lo, B mm architrave is. here I nblW~ed In the Gotthgen Mwen Almanaab, havi bsen written “to I dimt ee, fashioninß spirit? rrpra blr feelhgm and orpaloa ID after hla reparaldm%am Fmddae.1 K .. On the stone thou bmt mpreseed thy eeel ‘ WANDEREB. WOYAX. Yoma woman, may God blew the Onward, stranger ! Thee, and the eackmg infant Upon thy breast I WANDEREB. Let me, against this rock wall, Over an inscription am I treading1 Neath theelm-tree’s ah azow, ’Tia &aced l Lay aside m bnrden, Ye are seen no longer, Near thee t& my rest. words EO deeply pven, Who our master 0 true devotion WOMAN. Shod have ehown to thowandgrandsonmI What vocation leads thee, B mile the day ie burning, . womm. Up this dusty path P At them stone0, why Bring’st thou goods from out the town Start’et thou, stranger P Round the country P Many stone0 are lpgyonder Smileet thou, etranger, Round my cottage. At. my question P WAN’DEBEB. WABDEREB. Yonder P From the town no goods I bring. ‘ ‘, wow. 0001 is now the evening ; Through the thicket, Show to me the fonntam Turning to the left, Whence thou drinkest, Hem I Woman young md kiad I WAIPDEBEB. In the shadow of th0 brambIe Ye Muses and ye Graoes ! Earth and rubbish veil them, WOMAN. Lofty gram is waving o’er-them I mie, then, ia my oottago. le it thus’thou, Nature, pmeet at maeterpiece’s masterpiemi WANDEBEB. Ca dydestroyeat thon Tis a ruined temple !* Thine own eanctuary, Sowing thbtlee there? ‘ WOMAN. Juet below you it, see. wombx. ring thefountain hence I drink. How the infant deeps1 Wilt thou rest thee111 the cottage, WANDEREB. Stranger?Wouldst thou rather, Thou dost hover In the open air ßtill linger P O’er th grave, all @oPpiag, , Now ’tia cool I take thou the child, Qenins T. while upon thee While I go and draw some water. Hath ‘thymaetorpiecc Bleep on, darling ! deep 1 Fallen crnmbling, Thou Immortal Oncl WANDEBRE. woxm. sweet ie th repoae ! Stay, a cup J11 fetch thee How, with geaven-born health imbued, Whence to drink. Peacefully he dumber8 1 O thou, born among the ruine WAIVDE-B. Spread by great antipity, fvy circles thy slender On thee rest her epint! Form EO graceful and godlike, He whom it enairalee , How ye nee on higb Will, in godlike conaoioumees, F’ro~nthe ruin4 Every day enjoy. Colurnn-pair I Full of FITU,unfold, And thou, tbeir lonely eister yondm, As the smiling spring-time% How thou, Psireet charm, Dusky moss upon thy sacred head, Outshining all thy fellom ! Loukmt down in mournful msjegty And when the bloaeom’e husk ie faded, On thy brethren’e figures . May the fidl fruit ehoot forth Lying scattered F’rom out thy breast, At thyfeet ! And ripen in the sunahine! WOMAN. God blese him !- Is he sleeping etin? To the freeh drau ht I naught oan ad& Saving a omt of l? read for thee to eat, I . 961 250 POW OF GOETHE. WUDEBER I thank thee well. How fair the verdure all around 1 How green I WOXAN. My husband soon Will home return F'rom labor. ~~ITY,tarry, man, And with us eat our evening meal. WANDEKEB. . Is it hereye dwell? WOMAhT. Yonder, withiu those wallswe live. ' M father 'twm mho built the cottage Oltiles and stoncs from out the ruins. 'Tis here we dwell.. Farewell l 1% gave me to a husbandman, . O Nature, guide me on my way I And in our arms expired. - The wandering stranger @ids Hast thou been slecpin dearest heart0 Who o'er the tombe How lively, and how fu% of play1 Of holy bygone times Sweet rogue I Is passius WANDERER. To a kin sheltering pl- Nature, thou ever buddin one, From North winds ed% And whew B poplsr rove mou formest each for Me4 0 enjoyments, And, like a mother, all thy children dear, Hhuta out the noonti% e ray! Blessent with that sweet heritage, - a home I Gdwhen I come The swallow builds the cornice round, Home to my cot Uncont~ciousof the beauties . She plasters up. The cater illar spins around the bough, To makc Rer brood a winter house ; And thou dost patch, between antiquity's Most glorious relics, For thy mean uso, O man, a humblo cot,- Enjoycat e'en mid tombs ! Farewell, thou happy woman I WOMIW. Thou wilt not stay, then P 858 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. She with rapid footetep Baatened, Fearing Jupiter mi ht see hcr, Painted then the soft and feathery summits Andthe golden &t tremblcd, Of the fresh'snd uickened treee, behind them And there fell agwdrops from it One by one with Preedom drew themountains; On the verdant plain bcnattll lm. Underneath he left no lack of water, Then the busy bees flcw thither But the river painted EO like Nature, Straightway, er erly to drink them, That it seemed to elitter in the sunbeam4 And the butte14 came quickly That it seemed agamet its banLe to murmur. That he, too, might find a drop there; Ab, there blossomed flowers beside the river, Even the misshapen spider . And bri ht colore gleamed upon tie meadow, Thither crawled and sucked with vigor. Gold, m5 green, and urple, and enamelled, To a happy end they tasted, All like carbunclee ana emeralds seeming ; They, and other gentle insects I Bri ht and clear he added then the heaveng For with mortals now divide thcy An% the bluetinged mountains far and farthm, Art -that noblest gift of all. So that I, m though new-born, enraptured + Gazed on, now the painter, now the pictnre. LOVE LANDSCAPE PAINTER AS A Then spake he : Althou h I have convinced thee ON a rooky peak once sat I early, That this art I understan f full surely, Gazin on the mist with eyes unmoving; Yet the hardest still ie left to show thee? Strctc51 ed out like a 11 of grayish textnre, All things round, an8" all above it covered. Thereupon he traced with .pointed finger, Suddenly a boy np eared beside me, And wlth anxious oare, upon the forest, Saying f'F'riend, W nt meanest thou by grring At the utmost verge, where the stron sunbeam I R . On the vacant all with such COIII~EUN?? Fro111the ehining ground appeared refi ected, Haet thou lost Por evermore aII Iessure Traced the figure of a lovcly maiden, Both in ninting amningly, m íf forming?" Fair in form, and clad in raceful fashion, On the okld I gazed, and thonght in secret: Freeh the cheeks beneath aer brown locks' ambuah, 6' 6' Would the boy pretend to be a master ?Iy And the cheeks poEEeESed the eelf-eame color As the finger t.kst had served to paint them. . " Wouldet thou beforever dull and idle," Said the boy, no wisdom thou'lt attain to; 6' O thou boy !" exclaimed I then, 6' what maeter . See, 111 straightway paint for thee o figure, - In his school reoeived thee as hie pu il, How to paint a beauteous figure, show thee." Teaching thee m truthfully and uì0P ly And he then extdnded his forefin r. - Wisely to begin, and well to tini& t " (Rudd WRE it ae a youthful rose Ud) whilst I still wan epeaking, 10, a zephyr Towadthe broad andoutstretching far P carp&, ,I .i I Softly me, and set the trestop momg, And begantheredraw to with his &Pr. II !I Curling all the wavelets on tho river, . First on high a radiant sun he,painted, And the perfect maiden's veil, too, filled it, Which upon mine eyes with splendor glistened, And to make my wonderment still pater, And he made the clouds with golden border, Saon the maiden set her foot in motion, Through the cloadr he let the sunbeams enter; On she came, a roaching toward the station Where still nat yyith my arch instmotor. .. 254 POEMS OF GOETILzr. POEMS OF GOETHE. 265 Ae now all, yes, dl thus moved together,- THE METAMORPHOSIS OF PLANTS. Flowers, rivera, trees, the veil, -all moving, - And tho gentle foot of that most fair one, TROUart confuaad, my belovdd, at seeing the thou- Can ye think that on m rock I lingered, sandfold union Like B rock, aa though &atclmined and eilentP Shown in tbie 00wery troop, over the garden di pereed ; .Many a name dost thou hear eesigned ; one after SIL- other . GOD, SOUL, AND WORLD. , Falle on th listening ear, with B barbarian muna. RHYMED DISTICES. None reaembT eth another, yet all their forma have 8 likeness ; . Prae Dbtlth, of whioh theme 1v8 given na a apeolmen, ye abnt forby iu number.] Therefore a rnptiod law is by thecharpa proclaimed ; How t when ? and wkero ?-No answer comes from Yea, a sacred enigma ! Oh, dearest friend, could I only hieh ; Happily pach thee t.he word, which may the my% terp solve ! mou waltcst for the &m48e, and yet thou ankost not Closely observe how the plant, by little and little pm miy p gressh5 Step by step guided on, changeth to bloaaom Vd IF the whole is ever to gladden thee, fruit ! That whole in the smallest thing thou must see. First from the seed it unravels itse& BLI soon 88 the silent WATEBits living strength first shows, Fruit-bearing womb of the earth kindly allows ita When obstacles Its course oppose. escape, I. And to the ohanns of the light, the holy, the evmin- I: - motion, ~VBPABENTappears the rndiant air, "rusteththe delicate leaves, feebly beginning to Though steel and stone in its breast it may bear; shoot. At length they'll meet with fiery ower, Simply slumbered the force in the seed ; a germ of And metal and stones on the eartf: will dower. the fntnre, - Peacefully locked in itself, 'neath the integument lay, Led and root, and bud, still void of color, and shape- WRITE'ERa living flame may surround, less ; No longer is d~apelesa,or earthly bound. Thus doth the kernel, while dry,-- oover that motion- 'Tis now inviaible, flies from earth, less life. And hastons on high to the place of ita birth. Upwlrd then strives it to swell,-- in gentle moisture THIStruth may bo by all believed : -And, confiding: frotn t e nìpht where it dwelt, straightmy Whom Qod deceives, is well deceived. ascendeth to lieht. Yet still simple remluneth its figure, when first it ap peareth ; WHOtrusta in God, And 'tis a token like thia, points out the ohiid 'mid Feara not His rd. the plnnts. . 266 POEMS OF GOE!I!HE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 257 Soon a shoot, succeeding it, ri~eson high, and re Showing, iuorder arranged, member on memk neweth, upreared. Piling up node upon node, ever thc primitive form ; Wonderment fresh dost thou feel, 88 soon 88 the stem Yet notever alike: for the following lcaf, aa thou ream the flower seest, Over the scnffolding frail of the alternating leavem. Ever produceth itself, fnshioned in nlrnifold wap. But this glory is only the new creation's foreteller, Longer, more indented, in points nnd in parts more Yes, the leaf with its hues feele4h the band all divine, divided, Andon a suddencontractetb Itself; the tenderest Which, alldeforn1cd until now, slept in the organ below. Twofo d aR yet, hasten on, destined to blend into me. So at length-- it attaineth thenoble and destined pcr- Lovingly now' the beauteons paire are standing t& fection, gether, Which, in full many a tribc, fills thee with wondcr- Gathered in countless array, there where the altar ing awe. is mised. Many ribbed and toothed, on a surface juicy and Hvmen hovereth o'er them, and scenta delicione and swelling, mighty Free and unending- the shoot seemeth in fulnees Stream forth their fragranceso sweet, all things en- to be; livening around. Yet here Nature restraineth, with powerful hands, the Presently, parcelled out, unnumbered germs are seen formation, swelling, And to a pcrfect end, guided with softncss its Sweetlv conceded iu the womb, where ia made per- feit thefruit. Lem arth, undantly yielding the sap, contracting the Hore doth Nature close the ring of her forces eternal ; vessels, Yet doth a new ono, at once, cling to the cme gone So that the figure ere long gentler effects doth die before, close. So that the chain be prolonged forever through all Soon and in silencc is checked the growth of the vig- generations, orous branchea, And that the whole may hare life, e'en 88 enjoyed And the rib ofthe stalk fuller becometh in form. by each art. Leafless, however, and quick the tenderer stern then belo\. d one, tarn thygaze on the many-hued upspringeth, , t lollsands And a miraculous sight doth the observer enchant. Which, confusing no more, gladden the mind ae Ranged in a circle in numbers that now are small, orrd they wavc. now conntless, Every plant unto theeproclairneth the laws everlasting, Gather the amall-eized leaves close by the side of Every floweret speaks louder and louder to thee ; tieir like. But if thou here canst deciphcr the mystic words of Round the axis compressed the sheltering calyx un. the g~dde~s, foldeth. Evcrywl~erewill thcy be seen, e'en though the fe& . And, as the yerfectest type, brilliant-hued coronale t11rcs are chnnpd. forms. ' Creeping insucte may linger, the eager butteriil Thas dothNature bloom, in glorystill nobler and hmten, - fuller, ~ ,_ ~ .x .,.. :...j.,. .. -.--m .. . L._. .. 258 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOET-. 259 Plastic anil forming, may man changc e’en the figare Who on the CTOEE for ue ex ired. decreed. The triumph to yon realms & E~OWB,- Oh, then, bethink thee, m f roll, how out of the germ Remote from earth, whore star ne’er glows, - of acquaintance, The trium h no for UE acquired. Kindly intcrcourse ßprang, SIOWIY unfolding its He eometh, Hell to extirpate, leaves ; Whom He, by dying well nigh killed, Soon how friendship with might unveiled itself in OUI He shd pronounce her fearful fate ; bosoma, Hark ! now the cruse is stright fdìlled. And how Amor at lengthbrought forth blossom and fruit! Hell sees the victor come at last, She feels that now her reign is . Think of the manifold “aya wherein Nature hathlent pmt, to our fccling, She quakes and feara to meet Hi si ht Silently giving them birth, eitherthe first or the last! She knows His thunders’ terrors dreaiß Yes, and rcjoice in the present dg! For love that ia In vain she weka to hide her head, holy Attempts to fly, but vain ia flight; Seeketh the noblest of fruitß,- that where the Vainly she hasta to ’ECaIpe pUrSUit thoughts are thesame, And to avoid her Judge’s eye ; Where theopinions agree, -that tho pair may, inrapt The Lord’e fierce wrath restrains her foot contemplation, Like brazen chains, -she cannot fly. Lovingly blend into one, -find thc more excellent Ilerc lies the Dragon, tranlpled down, world. He lies, and feele God’s angry frown, --c €le feel#, and grinncth hdcously ; He feels tIr.ll’e spccllless agonics, RELIGION AXD CHURCIT. A tl!oua;lnd tilllea he howls md sighs: TnOUGHTR OX JESES (IllRIST’I 1)RICRST INTO HELL. ‘6 Oh, bwning flamer ! quick, swallowme ! There lies he in the fiery waves, By torments racked and panp infernal, hin that I* nscrred. 111c few olhar plecea iriilrulcd II?. (icreihc eider the Instant nnnihilntion craves, title of ~e&;nr atrd ~hKrc/larc polen1iar1, lrnd alewit1 of luternt to W Englhh reruler.] And heam, thow pangs will be eternal. WHATwondrous noise is heard around I Those mighty e usilrons, too, are here, ThrouGh heaven exulting voices sound, The partners of 7l is cursed career, A mlghty army marches on. Yet far less bad than he were they. By thousand ndlions followed, lo, Here lies the countlese throng cornbmed, To on dark place makee haste to go Iu black and fearful crowds entwined, dd%Son, descending from Hie throne! While round him fior tempests plsy; He goce-the ten1 cets romd IIim break, He sces how they tlle Lage avoid, As Judge ,and €P ero comcth IIc ; He wee the storm upon them feed, He goes - the constcllntionll quake, Yet is not at theeight o’erjored, The eun, the world quake fearfully. Becruec his prigs e’en them exceed. I see Him in ITis victor-car, The Son of Mnn in triumph paaeee On fiery axles borne afar, Down to Hell’s wild nnd black monmeth POEMS 261 260 POEMS OF GOETUE. OF GOETHE. And them unfolds His majesty. Know’st thou not now the Highest’s might? Hell cannot bear thc bright array, See, Satan, see thy deo’erthrown ! For, since her first created day, By thousmd-varym pan@ weighed down, Darkness done e’er governed she. Thou dwell’st in !ark and endless night. She lay rcmote from cv’ry light, As thollgh by lightning struck thou liest, With torments fillcd in Cllaos hare; No gleam of rapturc far or wide; God turned forever from llcr sight In vain ! no hope thou tllerc descriest, - His radiant featurcn glory clear. For me done Messiah died f Within the rcnl~nsshe calls her own, A howling rises through the air, She ~ecsthe splendor of the Son, A trenlbllng fills each dark vault there, His dreaded gloric~shining forth ; Whcn Christ to Hell is seen to come. She ECCE Him clad in rolling thunder, She snarls with rage, but needs must cower Shc sees tho rocks all quake with wonder, ’ ßefore our might hero’s power; When God bcfore ller stands in wrath. He sicrlls - an BHell isstrai htway dumb. She ECCE Ilc comes ller Judge to be, Before %is voice the thundersQ reak, She fecis the awful pnnp inside her, On high His viotor-banner.blows; Herself to slay endCavors she, E’en angels at His fury quake, But c’en thle comfort is denied her. When Christ to thedread judgment goes. Now looks she back, with painm untold, Now speaks He, and His voice is thunder, U on those happy tinlcs of old, HI?rf~eaks, the rocks are rent in sunder, %hen all these glories gave 11crjoy; HMbrenth is like devouring flames. When yet her heart revcrcd the truth, T~UEspeaks He : Tremble, ye accursed f When her glad soul, in cndlcss youth He rlro from Edel1 hurlcd you erst, And rnpturc d\velt, \vithout alloy. Your kin dom’s overthrow proclaims. She calls to mind with mnl‘ltlened thon&, Look up! &y children once were ye, How over Inan her wiles prcmilcd ; Your arms against Me then e turned, To take revenge on God sho sought, . Ye fell, that ye might sinners {e, And fecle the vcnpancc itcntailcd. Ye’vc now the wages that ye earned. eatest foemen from that day, God manladc mm, and came to earth. dcarest friends astray, - Then Satan cried with fcmful mirth: fallen, man must fall. 66 E’en He m victim nor ~hrllbe !” To kill him evermore ye sought, He sought to ST ay tileLord Most High, The world’s Creator now must die ; ‘They all dldl die the death,’ ye thought; But, Satan, endless woe to thee ! But how! for Me I’ve won them all. Thou thought’st to overcomc‘Ili~nthcn, For .them done did I descend, Rc’oicing in His suffering: For them prayed, suffered, perished I. But he in triu~npl~comes again Ye ne’er shall gain your wicked end ; To bind thec : Death ! where is thy stingt who trusts if1 Me shall never die. LLIn endless rllrins llcre lie ye now, Speak, Hell! whem is th victory? Nothing can E~VZyou from the dough, Thy power destroyed au K wattered s-1 ., ...... -“-.-:. . ... l - -.-. 262 POEMS OF QOETHE. POEMS OF Qom 26a Not boldnese, not regret for crime. Lie, then, and writhe in brimstone fire t ’Twse ye yourselves drew down Wine ire, Lie and lamcut thro hont all time! And also ye, whom I seP ected, E’en e forever I disown, For ye Ify saving grne rejected : Ye murmur P blame yourselvee alone! U Ye might have lived with Me in bliss, For I of yore had promised this ; BAE?~ARIANSoft endeavor Ye sinned, and all My prospects slighted ; Gods for themselves to make; Wrapped in the sleep of sin ye dwelt, . But they’re more hideous ever Now 1s My fearful judgment felt, Than dragon or than snake. By a just doom your guilt requited- - Thus spake Hc, and a fearful storm ‘6 WHATi0 science, riehtly known P * From Hin1 proceeds, the lightninge glow, ’Ti the strengthof Me alone. The thunders seize each wicked form, Life oanst thou engender never, And hurl them in thegulf below. Life must be life’s- parent ever. The God-mm closeth Hcll’s sad doors, ITmattem not, I ween, In all His majesty He soars Where worms our friends oonsume, From those dark regions back to light. Beneath the turf BO p.en, He sitteth at theFather’s side ; Or ’neath a marble tomb. Oh, friends, what ‘oy doth thie beti¿eI Remember, ye who live, For UR, for UE de still will fi ht ! Though frowns the fleeting day’ The angels’ sacred choir aroun% That to your friends ye give Rejoice beforo the mighty Lord, What never will decay. So that all crcatures hcar the sound : WHATshall I teach thee, the very first thing?- ‘6 Zebaotk’s God be aye adoredJ ’’ Fain would I learn o’er my Wowto spring l PROVERBB. EXCULPATION. A THOUB~Dflies did I at even day, Yet did one wake me at thebreak of day. WILTthou dare to blame the woman for her seerding WHOserves the public is a sorry beret ; sadden changes, He freta himself; no one thanka him the leant Swayin east and swaying westward, 88 the breeces ah&. the tree? WOULDSTthou nothing u’seless buy, Fool! thy selfish thought misguides thce-find the Be sure the faire you go not nigh. man that never rangen ; I COULD no greater Borrow own Woman wavers but to seek Mm -ia not then the Than live iu Paradime alone. fault in thee? 264 POEM6 OF BOE=. POEM0 OF BO- PHOCEMION. ANTIQUES. IN His blest name, who wa8 Hia own creation, - Who from all time makes nuding his vocation; -FOLD, DUEE OF BRUNSWICK. The name of Him who nlah our faith so bright, CWrltten W the dm deoth, drownbg, that Love, confidence, activity, alld might ; d the by d M] In that One's name, who, named though oft ho be, Tsou wert forcibly mixed by the hoary lord of the Unknown is ever in Reality : As far as ear can reach, or eyesight dim, Thou findest but the known resembling Him ; ing domain. How hi h soder thy fiery spirit hovers, cdmly deepest thou near his urn 88 it silently trickles, Ita simif e and type It straight discovers; Till thou to aotion art roused, waked by the swift- Onward thou'rt drawn, with feelinr light and gay, Whcre e'er thou goest, smiling is t e way; No morc t.hou nun~lercst,reckoncat no tue, Each step is infinite, rnch etep suWime. WHATGod would octttcard7y alone control, And on hiR finger whirl the mighty WholcP ANACREON'S GRAVE. He loves the inner world to nlove, to view Nature in Ilim, Himself in h'ature, too, WEEBEthe rom is freeh and blooming -where the So that what in IIim works, and ig and lives, . vine and myrtle spring- The mensure of His strength,- His spirit givea. Wherethe turtledove ie cooing- where the gay WITH^ us all a univemc doth dwell ; And hencc each peo le's usage laudable, of comely pe, That evcry one the Lest thatmeets his eyes Like a Qod-created garden- P 'Tie Anmon's rating- place. AEGod, eq e'en AO God, dothrccopize ; ' To Him i0th earth and heaven surreuïlcm he, Spring and summer and the autumn poured their gifte . Fears Him, md loves Mm, too, if thrrt may be. around the bard, And, ere winter came to chill him, sound he dept- .. be- _. neath the EW~. THE PARK. 7- How beautiful! A garden fair is heaven, THE HUSBANDMAN. Flowers of all hues, and smiling in the 01111, LQHTLYdoth the furrow fold the golden pein within Wllero all mafi wrratc! and wildrrneße before. Well do yo imitate, ye pods of carth, The great Creator. liock, and lake, and glade, when laid at reet. Birds, fishe~,and untamed beast8 arc here. Blithely plough, and BOW 88 blithely1 Here are Your work were all an Eden, bnt foi- this- spring of mortal cheer, Here is no man unconscious of a pang, And when e'en the graveie cloeing, Hope ia ever etand. No perfect Sabbath of unbroken met. iq near. 266 POEm OF GOETBE. THE BROTHERS, SLUXnEB, Sleep -they were two brothera,servante to &BE,in the hush and stillness of mid-noon, the (Tods above : The lover lay, and thought upon hi0 love ; Kind Prometbeus lured them downw.ard8, ever filled With blithesome voice he a oke to me : Be thon with earthly love ; My witneea, stone!-Yet, tg erefore, vauut thee not, Rut ahat Gode could bear so lightly, pressed bohard For thou haat many partners of my joy - , on men beneath. To ever rook that crowns tlùe graesy dell, Slumber did his brothor'sduty -Sleep waa deepened And loo1 a on me and my felicity ; into Death. To eyery forestgtem that I embraoe + In m entrancement m I roam alon8, LOVE'S IIOURGLASS. Stan1 thou for a memorial of m blles 1 All mingIe with my rapture, snit0 all EBOS! wherefore do I eee thee, with the glass ìn either I li a conseoratine cry of joy. hmd ? Yet do I Icnd a volce to thee alone, Fickle God I with donhle m-Ure wouldat thou count Aa adle the Muae some favorite from the crow& the shifting sand P And, with B kiss, inspires for evermore." mi8 one flow for parted lovere- elowly drop each tiny bed - --t .Xht is for the dap of dallience, and ìt melts with BOLITUDE. golden speed," OH e kindly nympha, whodwel; 'monget tbe rooku --c- D ' y and the thlcketa, WARNLNG. Grant unto each whatsoeverhe may insilence desire l Do not touch ,him-do not wake him ! Fast deep Comfort impart to the mourner, and to give the doubter is Amor lying ; Go -fulfil thy work appointed- do thy labor of the day. Thus the wise and careful mother ama every moment unto moitale; flying, Power to comfort and aid all who in you may oollfide. Whilst her child is in the cradle - Slumbera DBBI too soon avay. 1 + HOLY FAMILY. PHImMEU O CFIILD of beauty rare- O mother chaate and fair- SuBEm, surely, Amor nursed thee, eongstrese of the &W seemed the both, so far beyond compere1 ' h"Pgi plaintive note, e, in her in1 ant bleat, And, in fond and childish fancy, fed thee from hin And h0 ìn conecioue rat, pointed dart. NeetliDg within the soft warm cradle of hm bmt1 So, eweet Philomel, the poieon sunk into thy guileleua What joy that eight might bear thmat, To him who aeea them there, Till, with all love's weight of paasion, ntrike ita U, 'th a pure and guiltantroubled e e, notes to every heart. %Eked qon the twain, like JoeepE stsnding brm l L.._. 260 PO- OF QOETHE. FOW OF QoiETBE. PHtEBUS AND HE”. EMSLYone day, the Muse, when eagerly beut on adorn. TEE dee browed lord of Delm once, and Yk’s nire. ment, bKwitted mon, Followed a swifbrunning etreamlet, tho quieteet nook Contended eagerly by whom the prim of glory ahould by it seeking. be won; Quickly and noisilyflowing, the changeful surface Hemes lon d to grasp the lyre, -the lyre Aplla distorted Ø hoperw gfn, Everher moving form; the goddess departed in And both their earts were full of hope, and yet the hopeu of both were vain. aner.--o-- Yet the Rtream called mockingly after her, saying; For AWE,to decide the strife, between them rudely “What, trulyI ’ dashed in ire, Wilt thou not view, then, the truth, in my mirror EO And wnving high hie falohion keen, he cleft in twsin clearly depicted ? n the gold& 1 re. But she already was far away, on the brink of the hudHerrnes hug i! ed mdioiously, but at the direful ocean, deed did fall In her figure rejoicing, and duly arranging her gar. The dee e8t grief upon the heart of Phœba and the lend. dmea au. . !CHE WREATHS. TBE TEACHERS. OIJBQerman Klopstock, if he had his will, WHATtime Diogenes, unmoved and still, Would harm from the skirts of Pindus old, Lay in his tub, and basked him in the sun - What tirnc Calanus clomb, with lightsome step No more the olaesic laurel should be prized, ’ And smiling cheek up to his fie tomb- wllat rare examples therc for 1%1ip’s son To curt, his overmastering lust of mwa , Bat that the Lord of the majestic worh Was all too great for lessone even like theeel MARRIAGE UNEQUAL. &.As, that even in a heavenly marriage, The fairest lots should ne’er be reconciled I Or where a poet sung prophetical,. Pm che waxed oll, and prudent in her oarriagq Dying am greatly m they khilst Cupid evermore remaine the child. To give memord to all a ter-tuna,11ved3 Of lofty worth and courage undismayed ; There, m mutd reverence, n11 devoutly knseJ, In homage of the thorn and laurel wFth, That were at oncm their glory and them pang! , B70 POBM6 OF GOETHE, POEMS OF GOETl3E. 271 YEeTERDAY th head W118 brown, a0 BTB the fl0- THE NEW LOVE. locks of fove, In the bright blue eky I watched thee towering,@t- LOVE,not thc simple youth that whilom wound like above. Himself about you;rg Ys che's heart, looked round Now thy summit, white and hoary, glitters all with Olympus with a cold anB roving eye, That had accnetomed bccu to victory It rested on a Goddess, noblest far upon thy bkw; Of all that noble throng- lorious star- And I know that youth and age me bound with ench Venus Uranin. And from St 1st hour mysterious-meaning, He loved hcr. Ah ! to his mistless power As the days are linked together, On0 short iLeam but Even ehe, the lroly one, did ylold at last, intérvening. And.in hie daring arm8 he held her fast. --c A new aud beautcoue Love from that embrace DISTICHS. Hd birth, which to the motllcr owed hie grace And purity of soul, wldst frolli his sire CHORDSare touched by Apollo, -the death-laden bow, He borrowed all hi0 passion, dl his firc. too, he bendeth ; Him ever, where the aciousMuses be, While he the shepherdess oharme, Python he laya in Tllou'lt surely find. Kch swcet society the dust. Is his delight, mrd his sharppointed dart Doth rouso within men's broasts the love of AET. WHATis merciful censure P to make thy faalta appear emaller? -c May be to veil them 4 80,no I O'er them to rpiae THE CONSECRATED SPOT. / thee on high ! WHENin the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight DEXOCBATICfood mon cloye on the multitude'n so holy asaembld, etomach ; Mingle the Graces, down from Olympue in secret de Bat 1'11 wager, ere long, otherthou*lt give them mending, inetead. Ihre dotlr the minstrel bide, and liat to their num'bera enthralling, WEATin France bas paeeed by, the Germans contmue Heredoth he watch their dent dances' mJ stenolur measure. I ----c- BAKONTALA. WHOie the ha piest of men? He who values the merita oP othem, wo ums^ thou the bloaaoms of spring, as well as the Andin their pleasure take0 joy, even 88 thoqh fruits of the autumn, 'twere hi0 own. Wouldst thou what charme and delights, wouldst thonwhat lentecrus1 feeds, NOTin the morning alone, not only at midday he Wouldst thou incP ude both eavm and earth in one charmeth ; designation, k Even at setting, the sun ie etill the ame glol'iouß All that 1s needed ie done, when I SakmtaIa name. planet. 278 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETHE. 978 VENETIAN EPIGRAMS. (1) !CHE CHTNdMAN IN ROME. (Wrlttem in 1190.) IN Rome I saw a stran r from Pekin: UBNand earcophame erst were with life adorned b~ Uncouth and heavy toEs eye uppeared the heathen i- The mingled pilea of old and modern time. Faunß are danoing around, while with the Bacchanal “Alas !” he said, 6‘ what wretched taste is here! troop When will they learn to stretch the airy roof Checkered circles theytrace ; and the goatrfooted,- On light pilastered shafts of varnished wood- affy-cheeked rayer Gain the fine sense, and educated eye, Wil ly produceth l! oarae tonee out of the clamorooe Which only finds in lacquer, carvinga quaint, Bhorn. And variegated tintinga, pure deli ht? ’ Cymbals and drums resound ; we see and we hear, too, Hearing thew words, unto myself 5 said, the marble. 4‘ Behold the type of many a moonstruck bard, Fluttering bird ! oh, how sweet taatee the ripe fruit Who vmnts hstissue, woven of a dream, to thybill ! ’Gainat nature’s tapestry, that lasts for a e, Noise there is none to dieturb thce, still less to em Proclaims as aick tbc truly sound ; md tiis, away Amor, That he, the trulysick, may paas for sound ! ” Who. in the midst of the throng,-- learns to delight- in his torch. -c Thus doth fulneae overcome death; and the des PERFECT BLISS. there covered Seem, in that silent domain, still to be gladdeneh ALL the divine perfections, which whilere with life. Nature in thrift doled out ’mon t many a fair, Thus may the minstrel’e sarcophagus be hereafter She Rhowered with open hanfthou peerless one, on surrounded thee ! With such a scroll, which himself richly with lie And she that was so wondrously endowed, has adorned. To whom a throng of noble knees were bowed, - (31 Gave all -Love’a perfcct gift - her glorious self, ta me l CLA~PEDin my ame forever eagerly hold I my mietreea, -c Ever my panting heart throbs wildly again& her dear breast, PROVERBS. And on her kneee forever is leaning my head, while / I’mgazing . A BREACH is every day, Now on her sweetsmiling - mouth, now on her bright By man a mortal stormed; sparkling eyes. Let tllem rall in the pa aa they ma “Oh, thou effeminate !” fipake one, ‘6 and thug then, Yet a heap of dezsne’er formet? thy days thou art epending P” WHATharm hathy poor mirror done, alsa? Ah, they in sorrow aro spent. List while I tell thes Look not so ugly, prythee, in theglaaa I my tale : Yes ! I have left my on1 joy in life far behind me, ONE of the mightiest actions is that Twenty long days hat2: my car borne me away from When ono fries himself in bis own fat. her aight. 274 POEMS OF GOETHIE. 876 V&M'ai defy me, while mafty chamberlains flatter, WHATis the life of a man P- Y& thousmde m m And the sly valet ch place thinks but of lies and socuetomed deceit. Fmely to talk about mm, -what he ham done, too, If I attempt to escape, the poatmaster fastens upon me, and how. Postboys the upper hand get, custom-house dutiea Even less ia B poem ; yet thoussnds read and enjoy it, enrage. Thousands abuee it. -My fiend, live and oontmue u Truly, I can't understand thee ! thou talkeet enigmaa! to rhyme! thou seemeet -[Y 6) Wrapped in a blissfulrepose, glad aa Rinddo of MEBBY'S the trade of a poet; but eomewhat a dear yore :" - one, I fear me ; Ah, I myself understand full well ; 'tis my body that Por, book pmapace, all sequins I loae. travele, aa my my And 'tie my apirit that resta still in my mistreds (ur 1 arms. Ir thou'rt in earnest, no longer delay, but render me -(g, happy Art thou in jestP Ah, sweet love I time for all I WOULD liken this gondola unto the eoftcrockin cradle, jesting is hast. And the ehest on ita deck seems a vast COfrf n to be. Yea l 'tween the cradle and coffin, we totter and wave 034) ABT thou. * forever '. then. vexed at my ailenceP What ehall I On the mighty canal, carelesa our lifetime is spent. spéak of i Tbou markeat Neither my sorrowful sigh, nor my mft eloquent (l4 look. - Only one goddesa ia able the eeal of my lips to un- WHYare the people thus busily mavingP For food loosen, - .they are eeeking, When by Aurora I'm found, elumberingdm on thy Children they fain would begct, feeding them well breaet. aa they can. Ah, then m hymn in the earn of the earliest gode Traveller, mark this well, and when thou art home, do - shall {e chanted, thou likewise I h the Yenmonian formbreathed forth sweet seareta More can no mortal effect, work with whatardor he in eong. will. t - (9f) - o q) h the twilight of morning to olimb to the top of the I WOULD compare to the land this anvil, ita lord to the, mountain, - hammer, Thee to ealute, kindly star, earliest herald of &y, - And to the people the plate, which in the middle is And to await, with impatience, the gaza ,of the ruler bent. of heaven,- Bad is the poor tin- late's lot, when the blows are but Youthful delight, oh, how oft Iurest thou me out in given at ran t! om : the night ! Ne'er will the kettle be madq while they uncertainly Oh, ye heralde of day, ye heavenlyeyes of my mistress, Now ye appear, and the sun evenuore rieeth too fall9 Bocw. 276 POEMS OF GOETHE POEMS OF WE- 277 (9 h-) THOUart amazed, anddost point tothe ocean. It seems to be burniqg, E’lamscrrsted billows m plny dart round our nighk ELEGIES. moving bark. Me it astonisheth not, -of the ocean was born Aphro- dite, - PAET I. Did not a flame, too, proceed from her for UE, in her BOMAN ELEGIES. son ? - pheRlmlnB lmallrittmhtherpmeJeorM*V~~ ;‘q4I : ---rL*mY C-LEANIXG the ocean appeared, the benntcous bii~ws SPEAK,ye stones, I entreat I O E eak, ye palacee lofty ! were smiling, Utter a word, O ye streetsI #ilt thou not, Geniun, Whilc L fresh, favoring m-ind, filling the sail4 drove awake? 11s on. All that thy sacred walls, eternal Rome, hold within Free WE mybosom from yearning;yet EOOU my them Imguishi~~gglances Teemeth with life ; but to me.all is still silent Turned tllcrnselves backward in huste, seeking the dead. snowcoverod hills. Oh, who will whiiper unto me, -when shall I.see at Treasures unnumbered aM southwards lying. Yet one the casement to thenorthwards That one beaateous form, whioh, while it ecorcheth, Draws me resistlessly back, like the strong magnet revives? in force. Can I ire yet not discern the road, on which I forever To her and from her shall go, heeding not time a~ it fliee ? SPACIOUSand fair is the w-orla ; yet oh ! how I thank Still do I mark the churches, palaßea, ruins, and 001- the kind heavens . umna, Tl& J R garden posmss, small thongh it be, yet AE a wiae traveller ehonld, would he hie journey mine own. improve. Ono which ellticcth me homewards ; why should a Soon al1 this will be pat; sud then will them be but gardener wander ? one temple, Honor and pleasure he find4 when to his garden he Amor’s temple alone, where the Initiate may go. looks. Thou .artindeed a world, O Rome ; and yetwem Love 97 absent, Them would the world be no world, then would e’en AN,my maiden is going ! she mounts the vessel ! My Rome be no Rome. . monarch, Æoins ! potentate dred ! keep everystorm far away ! . Do not repent, mine own love, that thou EO enon di& “Oh, thou fool ! ” cried the god : U ne’er fear the surrender 1 blustering tenlyest ; Trust me, I deem thee not bold I reverenoe only I when Lovc fiuttels hiswings, then mayeat thou feel. dread the softbreeze.” Manifold workin the darta of Amor ~OIMWE; oome ht soratoEng, 278 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOE!CEE. 279 Yet, withinsidious effect, poison the bosom for THEBE few Ieavw, O ye Gracee, a bard pmenta, in years. your honor, Others mightily feathered, with fresh and newly-born On yow altar EO Ure, addin sweetroeebuds BB well, . sharpness, And he does it wit! hope. *he artist is glad in hie Pierce to the innermost bone, kindle the blood into workshop, flame. When a Pantheon it seems round him forever to h the heroical times, when loved each god and emh bring. pddese, Ju iter knits his godlike brow, -hem, Juno uplifhth; Longmg attended on sight; then with fruition WM $~CB~UEstridee on before, shaking his curly-locked blessed. head ; Wkest thou~~ the goddess~ had long beenthinking of Calmly and dryly Minerva looks down, and Hermes, loveand its leasures the light one, When she, in IdaS E retreat6 owned to Anchises her Turneth his glancesaside, roguish and tender at flame P once. Hd but Luna delayed to kiss the beautiful sleeper, But toward0 Bacchua, the yielding, :he dreaming, rai+ Oh, by Anrora, ere long, he had inenvy been eth Cythere roused 1 hoke both longing and sweet, e‘en .in the marble Hero Leander espiedat the noisy feast, and the lover yet moist. Hotly andnimbl ere long, plungedin the nighb Of his embraces she thinks kith delight, and seems to covered aoo2 be ssking :- Rhea Silvia, virgin princess, roamed near the Tiber, U Should not our glorious OOn take up hie place by Seeking there water to draw, when by the god she our aide P ” was seized. Thus were the sons of Mars begotten 1 The twins did a shewolf AMOB is ever B rope, and dl who believe him am Suckle and nurture, -and Rome called herself queen cheated I of the world. To me the hypocrite came: U Trust me, I pray thee, this once. Honest is now my intent, -with grateful thanks I &-ER, and Cmar, and Henry, and Frederick, acknowled the mi hty, That thou thy geand thy works hast to my WOP On me WOU5 d gladly bestow half of the glory they ship ordained. earned, See, I have followed theehither, to Rome, with kindly Could I but ant unto each one night on. the aouch intention, \ where Fm lying ; Hoping to give thee mine aid, e’en in the foreigner’s But they, by Orcus’ night, sternly, alas I are held laud. down. Every traveller complains that the quarters he meets Therefore rejoice, O thou living one, bleat in thy love with are wretched~.~~~ : lighted homestead, Happily lodged, though; is he, who is by Amor re Ere the dark Lethe’s sad wave wetteth thy fugitive alved. foot. !C’hm dost obaerve the ruina of ancisnt buildhp with wonder, 280 POEMS OF BO=. OF GOElllE. ’ 881 on, Thougl~tfully wandering.. over each timehallowed Then bwmes whimpering talk, -and stammering, S spot. language enchanting. Thou dost honor still more the worthy relia created Free from all proaody’e rules, dies such a hymn on By tlle fea artists whom Iioved. in their studiosto the ear. seek. Thee, Aurora, I need to own m the friemd of the I’twss fa~hionedthose forms I thy pardon, -I bonet Muses ; not at present ; Hrth, then, Amor the rogue cheated, Aurors, e’en Presently thou shalt.confcss, that what I tell thee ie thee ? true Thou dost appear to me now m hie friend, and agein Now that thou servest me more idly, where are the dost awake me beauteous figures, Unto a day of deliiht, while at his altar I kneel. Where are thecolors, the light, whioh thy creations All her locks I find on my bosom, her head is reposing, once filled P Presain with eoftness the arm, which round her Hset thou a mind again to form P The achool of the . nec1 is entwined; Grecians Oh ! what a ‘o OUE awdtening, ye hours EO peaceful, Still remains open, myfriend ; y0m havenot suowei’ed barred up its doom. Monument sweet of the blii which had firat rooked I, the teacher, am ever young, and love all the us to sleep ! youthful, In her slumber ehe movea, and sinke, while her face ie Love not the subtlo and old ; Mother, observe what averted. I say! Far on___ the . breadth. of the coIwh, leaving her hand Still WBB new the Antique, when yonder blest on- still in mine. were living ; Heartfelt love unites us forever, and yearnin# unsul- Hap ily live, and in thee, ages long vaniehed will lied, Le And our cravings alone olaún for themselvea the Food for song, where hopest thou to find it P I only cm give it, One f~~~~%ofthe hand, md her eyes EO heavenly And a more excellent style, love, and love only om 8- 1 teach?' Once more open. Ah, no ! let me still look on that Thus did tllc Sophist dirnounle. wlat mortal, alse I form ! could redst hiln ? Closed still remain I Ye make me confneed and And when a master commanda I have been trained drunken, e rob me to obey. Far too Wndthe bliss pure contemplation do&. Now IIC!deeeltfully keeps bis word,.gives food for my Mighty, indeed, .are these figurn ! these limbs, how nulIlbers, pefull rounded ! But, wldc he does so, @as ! robs me of time, Theeeua, cord’st thou e’er 0y, whilst Ariadne thus strength, and mind. slept P Looks, and preaeare of hande, and words of kindneeq Only one single kiss on these lips ! 0 !t’hwens, now and kisse~, leave us! Syllables teeming with thought, by a fond pair are Qpze on her eyes! -.ehe aw&ea! -Fdy ehe h& exchinpd. thee embraced l 282 POEM8 OF GOETEX. POEMB OF WETHE. 808 PART IL. Into mpelf I retreat for shelter, and there, in the ALEXIS AND sdenoe, DORA. Strive to recover the time when she appeared with mbeautiful poem was bet publiied in Sohillem% Rbnm.1 -- FAETAPEand farther away, ah! at rach moment the Wee iteach zoesib e beauty like thi to see, and not feel vessel :L Hastens, onward it glidoe, deaving thefoamcov= Ill K aa Worked not those heavenly charms e'en on 8 mind . ered flood ! dull as thine P Long is tho track ploughed up by the koel where dol- Blame not thyself, unhappy one ! Oft doth the bard phins are sporting, an enigma Following faet in itB rear, while it seems flying pur- Thus propose to the throng, skilfully hidden in suit. Words. All forebodes a prosperous voyage ; the sailor with Ea& one en'oys the strange commingling of imagea calmness graceI ul. Leans 'gainst the sail, which alone dl that is needed Yet still is wanting the word which will dieoover performa. the sense. Forward presses tho heart of each seaman, like colors When at length it is found, the heart of eaoh hearer is and streamers; gladdened, Backward one only is Been, mournfully fixed near And in the poem he sees meaning of twofold de the mast, light. While on the blue-tinged mountains, which fast are Wherefore so late didst thou remove the baudw, O receding, he gmeth, Amor, And 88 they sink in the sea, joy from his bosom Which thou hadst placed o'er mine eyes, -where+ departs, fore remove it EO late ? Vanished from thee, too, O Dora, is now the vessel Long did the vessel, when laden, lie waiting for hv- that robe theo orin breezea, Of thine Alexis, thy hicnd, - ah, thy betrotll8d as 'Till in f indnese the wind blew from the land o'= well 1 the ea. Thou, too, art after me gazing in vain. Our hearts are Vaoant times of youth! and vacant dresms of the still throbbing, future I Though, for each other, yet, ah ! 'gaiust one another Ye all vanish, and naught, saving the moment, re no more. mains. ah, thou single moment, wherein I found lief thou joy Yea ! it remains,-my- -__still remains I I hold thee, outwwghcst my Dora, Everr day which had else coldly from memory fled. And thine image alone, Dora, by hope is disclosed. "was m that moment alone, the lmt, that upon me deacended Oft have I seen thee go, with modesty oled, to the Life, such as deities grant, though thou perceived'et WZlile- t y mother EO dear solemnly went by thy it not. side. Phebus, in vain with thy-- rays dost thou clothe the ether in glory: Eager and nimble thou wert, in bearing thy hit to Thine all-brightening day hateful alone is to me. the market, 284 POEMS OF GOETHE. FOE= OF QOE!CHE. 206 Boldl the. pail hmthe well didst thou s sta in on Then I sprang away, and under my arm held the dyhead. bundle,- WBB Running along by the wall. Standing I found thee Then revealed thy neck, then seen thy shouldem ~~ EO beauteous, had by, Then, before all things, the grace filling thy motione At the door of thy @arden. Thou ’ smilingly saidst WIEseen. then :- 6‘ Alexis ! Oft have I feared that the pitcher perchance WBB in Say, are yon boisterous crew going thy comredee to danger of falling, be P Yet it ever remained firn1 ou the circular cloth. Foreign coaata wilt thou vieit, and P~~O~OUEmerohen- Thus, fair neighbor, yes, thus I oft wm wont to observe dise purchase, thee, Ornamenta meet for the rich matrons who dwell in -As on the stam I might gaze, m I might gaes on the town, the moon, Bring me,. also, I pray thee, a Sight chain ; gM1Y Glad indeed at the sight, yet feeling within my calm bosom Not tho remotest desire ever to cd them mine that?’ Own. There I remained, and aaked, 88 merchante are wont, Years thus fleeted away1 Although our houses were with recision only After the Porm and the weight which thy commission Twenty paces apart, yet I thy threehold ne’er should have. crossed. Modest, indeed, waa the price thou didst name I I Now by the ferdu1 flood are we partcd ! Thou liest meanwhile wm pmg io Heaven, ‘Onthy neck whichdeeerved ornamenta worn but by Billow! thy beautiful blue seems to me dark BB the queens. night. Loudly now rose tho cry €mm the ship ; then kindly I AI1 were now in movcmcnt : a ‘Day to th house of my thou EpakWt :- I father ? “Take, I entreat thee, some fruit outof the garden, Ran at full spced and cxrlaimcd : “Uastcnthee my friend ! quick to the Rtmarl ! Take the ripest oranges, fi@ of the whitest; the ocean Hoisted the mil is already, c’cn now in the wind it is f Beareth no fruit, and, in truth, ’tia not ~produced by fluttering, each land.” Whiie the anchor they weigh, heaving it up from So I entered in. Thon pluckebt the fruit from the the sand ; branches, C!me, Alexis, oh, come l ”- My worthy stoutrbeartd And the burden o€ Id wa0 in thine apron upheld. father . Oft did I cry, enoug:P I But faker frulte were still Pressed, with a blcesing, hi hand down on my falling. curly-locked head, Into thyhand m I sprrke, ever obeyin While my mother carefully reached me a newly-made ‘Presently didst thou reach the arbor; bundle ; a baaket, Ha py may’st thou return I ” cried they- ‘E both Sweet blooming myrtletrees waved, aa we ’drew iappy and rich I ’’ nigh, o’er our heads. .i !l ii 286 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF QOETHE. 287 I Then thou hegan’at to arrange the hit with skill and How the veesel I reaohed P Drunken I seemd, wd in silence: I know. First the orange, which lay heavy as though %wem Drunken my shipmates believed me, ana EO had pity of gold, upon me ; Then the yielding fig, by the slightest pressure die- And as the breeze drove UE on, dietance the town firurcd. soon obscured. And gth dyrtle thegift soon WBB both covered and Thine forever I ” thou, Dora, didst murmdr ; it fa graced. on my senses But I raised it not up. 1 stood. Our eyes mot t& With th0 thunder of Zeue I while by thethunderer’e gether, throne And my eyesight grew dim, seeming obscured by a Stood his daughter, the Goddess of Love ; the Qraoee film. were staudin Saon I felt thy bosom on mine ! Mine arm was soon Close by her sidef 80 the bond beareth an impre66 twining divine ! Round thy beautiful form ; thousand times kimed I Oh, then hasten, thou ship, with every favoringzaphpr I thy neck. Onward, thou powerful keel, cleaving the wave6 m On my shedder sank thy head ; thy fair arms, cncilc they foam> . cling, Bring me.. unto the foreign harbor, EO that the gold- Soon rendered perfect the ring knitting the raptur- smith ous pair. May in his workshop preparestraightway the Amor’s hands I felt : >e pressed us togetherwith heavenly ledge ! ardor, Ay, of a truth, tfe chain shall indeed be a chain, O And, from the firmament clear, thrice did it thun- my Dora! der; then tears Nine timos.- encircling thy neck, 100dy around it Streamed from mine eyes in torrente, thon weptest, I cntwincd. wept, both were wecping, Otherand manifold trinkets I’ll buy thee; gold- And, ’mid our mrrow and bliss, even tho world mounted bracelets, sccnled to die. Richly and skilfully wroughh also ahall grace thy Louder and loader they called from thc strand ; my fair hand. feet would no longer There shall tho ruby and emerald vie, the sapphire so Bear my weight, and I cried:Dora1 and art lovely thou not mine?” Bo to the jacinth opposed, seeming its foil; while Thine forever ! ” thou gplydidst say. Then the tears we were she ding Holds all t e ‘ewele together, in beauteous union corn- , Seemed to be wiped from our eyee, m by the breath themingle of a god. Oh, how the bridegroom exulte, when he adorne hie Nearer was heard the cry ccAlexis! ” The stripling betrothed I . who sought me pearls if I see, of thee they remind m0 ; each ring that Sudden1 peeped throu h the door. Howhe the is shown me baa let matched up$ Brin@ to my mind thy fair hand’s gracefnl and How Ire urged me away I how premed I thy hand 1 tapering form. Dost thou aek me 288 . POEMS OF GOETHE. POE- OF METEE. 989 I will barter and huy ; thc fairest of all shalt thou Smile not, Zens, for thie once, at .m onth EO orneDy ahoosc thee, broken I Joyo~lslywo~dd I devote all o€ the carp to thee. Thunder more fearfully ! Strike !- Stay -thy E'ct not trinkets and jewels donc is thy lovcd one fieroe lightnings withhold ! . procuring Hurl at me thy quivering bolt ! In 'the darknese of With them hc brings thee wlrate'cr gives to a hnuse ~idnidt wife dclight. Strig widthy lightning this mut, maka it a pitifal Fino and woollen aovcrlcts, wrought with an edging =reck ! of purple, Scatter"the lanks all around, and give to the boieter- Fit for a couch where WC both, loviugly, pntly may OUE biP Iowa rußt ; All these warcs, Vd let me be to the dolphine a Costly pieccs of linen. Thou sittcst and sewest, 'and .prey !- clotlrest Now, ye 'Muses, enough ! In vain would ye strive to Ye, and thyself, and, perchance, even a third with depicture it too. How, .in a love-laden breaat, anguish alternatea with VisionR of hop, dcceive ye myheart ! Yekindly hlbS.u_--. hmortrla.~~ ~~ ~ ~ ~- Ye aannot heal the wounds, it is true, that love bath Soften this fier&-raging flame, wildly pervading my inflied ; breast ! Yet from you 'only proceeds, kindly ones, comfort Pet how I long to feel them again, those rapturous end balm. torments, Whcn, in their stead, care draws nigh, coldly and fearfnlly calm. Neither the Furirs' torch, nor the hounds of hell with their barking SONG OF THE FATES. Awe thc delinquent EO much, down in thc plains l of dcqmir, FBOM IPAIGENIA IN TAUBIB. by the motionlcss spcctre I'm awed, that show8 As SCENE 5. n~c!the fair one ACT IV. Far away : of a truth, open the pdendoorstands ! YE children of mortale And another om cometh! For Lmthc fruit, --too, is The deitiea dread I falling, The maater hold they And for- --. him, also, the fig strengthening honey doth In hands tdeternal, yield ! And use them, unqneetioned, Doth sho entice him as well tothe arbor? He fol- What manner they like. lows? Oh, make me Blind, ye Immortals! efface viaiona like this from Let Aim fear them doubl my mind ! Whom they have uplifteG Pee, elle IE hut a maiden ! And she who to one dot& On cliffs and on clouds, 10, , EO quickly Round tablee all Iden, Yield, to another are long, doubtleas, will turn her- The mata are m l3 e ready. eelf round. 880 POEMS POW 201 OF QOETIIE. .- OF GOETBE. When riees contention, The gueste are hurled dowuwards With shame and dishonor To dccp depths of midnight, And vainly await the Bound fast in the drrfneaq deserted ; A just condenrn:rtion. Trrrly the town is aa though ‘twere swept ont, or deed : for not fifty But &y remnin ever Still are remaining behind, methinka, of our whole In firn~nessunshnken population. Round tables all-goldon. What will not cnriosity do? Thus rnnneth and On stride theyfrom mountain rwheth, To mountain far disant : Each one now to see the traìn of the poor wretched From out the abymes’ exiles, Dark jawa, tbe breath riaes Up to the cauaeway on which they travel, is nigh an Of torrnenkhoked Titans hour’e journe . Up tow’rds them, like incense Still runs thither t ze crowd, in the dust and heat of In light clouds ascending. the midda Yet, should not iike to etir fro? my pl- to 888 The rulers irnmo~tnl what diction Avert from whole peoples Good men suffer in flight, who now, with the rescued Their blesoing-fraught glancee, goaseasions, And elm, in the children, Leaving, alas ! the Rhine’a charming bank, that coun- To trace tl!e once cherished, try of beauty, Still eloquent features i’ Corno over here to ua, and wander dong through the l Their anccstors wore. windinga Of .this fruitful vale, a nook by fortune moat favored. Thus chanted the Parcae ; Nobly, wife, hmt thou doue, in sending our aon on The old man, the bnnished, . kinderrand, In gloomy vault lying, Besring with him old linen, and aomething for eating Their song overlleareth, and drinking.. &un, grandaons rememb‘reth, And shaketh his head. All to dipenm to the poor; for to give ia the rioh man’s firnt duty ; Oh, what a pace the boy drove I and how he managed the horses ! Ay, and took for himaelf our carriage,- the new one ; four pereons Sit with comfort inside, and out on the diokey the driver ; Rut all done went he now, and how liihtly it klled round the corner ; 292 POEMS GOETHE. OF POEMS OF QOETEE. 2Qa Sitting at esee beneath the gate of hi^ home in the And with hie handkemhief esoh wipes off the ewest market. hmhie forehead. Thue, addreeaed hie wife, the host of the Goldcr~ Never may I in the heat, for euoh a epectacle, 00 far Lion. Ilun and ader! In truth the mdtd 1 hdquita euf- Then made answer to him, tho prudent and soneiblr! ficient." hou~ewife: Then, obeerved the good father, in tonee of great Father, not willing am I to part withmy linen, animation : though worn out, 6' Seldom hath euch weather for euch a harveat been For it is useful for much, and not to be purchased granted ; with monev. And we- am getting in the €mit, the hay in If onoehould ne& it0 me. Yet to-day I gave, ay, aa ie and gladly, Many a better plece, made np for chemieee and covere, - heaven& Sincc I l~eardof old people and children going there And fiam the East the wind ie blowing with lovelieat naked. coolneee ; But wilt tllou p.don me now P for thy chest, toa, hm Thie is indeed nettled weather ! the corn over-ripe been rifled. ia BldY, And webegin *morrow to cut down the glorioU9 ~~ Bright with 'Indian flowere, md lined with the finest barvest." of~~ flannel: Whilst he thue epake, etill ewelled the troop of mem But it was thin, ;ou know, and old, and quite out of . andwomen of fashion." Who, through the market eqnare, to their homes were now meen returning; Bnt upon that, with a smile, ont 0pake the excellent And thu too, at fun speed returning along with landlord : hi 6' Still, am I sorry to loee it,- the old gown made of ,pacotton, - houee waa standing, Real Eaet Indian etuff - one will notget euch another. Riding in open csrriap of handsome landau pattern, Well! I wore it no more; €or a man (00 the world Richeet amongst hie neighbors, the foremoet of all the will now have ~ it). Muet at all houra of--I. th0 day, in frock or dresecast town's merchante. Lively grew the etreete ; for the place wm well pee exhibit. pled, and in it And ever booted be ; both elippera and cap0 are folc Many a factory worked, and manya bueineee WBS bidden." thriving. "Look !" replied the' good wife, U there are eome !t'hue, then, under the gateway still eat the. couple already returning, familie, who, with the reet, 01w the train ; yet eurely it now must have passed bp. And in many remarke on the passing crowd found See hew duety are all then hoes, how glowing amaeeinant. .-. th& But the worthy Eonrrewìfe at length spoke out, thuo iaceel OoLpmeociDg: I ._. ....I.._ 294 POEMS OF GOETHE. While he waa also well versed in the beat of seoalar 'I See!there comes the vicar, and there, too, om neighbor, the druggist, Coming dong with him; a full account they shall nocent instinct, . givo ua, Which hath at all timos been gìvon to man by good What they have seen out ondcr, and what gives no Mothor Nature ; pleasure to look on.x For what rudence and seni cannot alwaye do, may Friendly they both came on, and greeted the good be $ten married couple ; Done by suoh fortunate impulse m irresistibly guide8 Seated themselves on the bonches, - the wooden onen us, under tho gateway, - Were not man stron ly induced by curiosity's ardor, Shook off the dust from their feet, and fanned for a Say, would he ever%ave learnt how natural thine breeee with their 'kerchiefs. hold together In such lovely connection P For, first, he craved what Then the druggist firnt, after many mutual greet- waa novel, ings, Then with nnwearied pains continued his search for Thus 1)egan to speak, and said, in a tone almost fretful I the useful, '' So is it ever with men ! and one is still just like the Longing at laat for 'the good, which exalts him, and other, gives him new value. In that he loves to stare, when misfortune befalleth Levity in hie youth is hie gladsome companion, to his neighbor ; - danger ~ Each one runs to behold the flames breaking out with Ever shuttmgevil his eye& and the trece8 of pain and of destruction, Each the poor crin~inalmark# who is dragged to a Blotting with wholesome speed, so soon m their forme death of keen torture ; have pmt byhim. Each one is walking out now to gam on the woe! of Truly ma that man be praised, in whom riper yesre the exiles. is developed No one thinking, meanwhile, that himself by a similar Ont of such jovid temper the steadyand strong I fortune, Understanding, Ì If not next, yet at leset, in the course of time may be Which in joy or in mmw exerts iteelf, Eealoua and stricken. active ; Levity such aa thb I pardon not : yet man displays it !" For he will bring forth good, and atone for each hour he hm wmted." Then observed in reply the honored, intelligent vicar, - Suddenlythen began the hostas, with friendly im. He, the pride of the town, still young in his earliest pitienoe, - manhood. "Tell UE what you have seen ; for that's what I wish He waa acquainted with life, and knew the wanta of to be heiring." his hcrrers. 6' Hardly," replied thereupon the druggist, with em- Thoroughly waa he impressed with the value eupreme phasis speaking, of the Scriptures, 6' Shall I in short space again feel happy sin= all I Whioh man's destmy to him reveel, and what feelinge have witneeeed, best euit it ; 296 POEMS OF GOETIIE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 297 mIO could dcscriln?. it aright,- that manifold scene Such ae old boards and casks, tho ~OOE~COOPand with of disaster ? it the birdcage. Clouds of d.ust from afar, ere yet we carno down to Wornen and children, too, gaaped as theydragged the meadows, along with their bundles, Saw H-e at once ; though the train, from hill to hill Under baskets and tubs filled with thingm of no nee to as it progressed, their ownem ; Still WIE hid from our sight, and we could but little Since man is still unwilling the laat of hie goode to distinguiah. abandon. Bat when we reached the road which goes across Thus ,on the dusty road the crowding train travelled through tho valley, ouward, Truly patwas the crowding and din of the travellers' Orderless and confused with ill-matched pdrs of faint wagons. horses, Ah ! we EDW then enough of the poor men, while they One of which wished to go slow, while the other' waa pasplCd by US, eager to hasten, And could but learn, how bittcr is flight, with such Then there arose the cry of the squeezed-up women ~orron'sattended, and children, And yet how joyous the sense of lite, when hmtily Mixed with the lowing- of cattle, and doga dl barking re~cued. in chorus, Piteoue was it to seo the goods of cvery description, -And with the wail of the aged and pick, all seated and Which the well-furnished house contains, and which a good landlord In it has placed about, each thing in its proper position, Always ready for use (for dl thinga are ,needed and UECfd), Non to see all these loaded on wagons and cart^ of all ! fashions, I One thingthrust through another, in over-haate of l! removal. discharpg l! I Over the cllest there lay the sieve, and the good Far in the fie d, -with dire ecreme, p& with for- woollen blankete tunate issue. In the kneading trough, the bed and the eheets o'er After them tumbled the chests, and fell by the side of the mirror. the wagon. . Ah ! and, as at the fire twentyyears ago we all Tmly, he who saw them in falling, expected to find noticed, them Danger took from man altogether his powem of dec- Crashed and shattered beneath tho load of the boxee tion, and cupboards. So that he seieed what waa paltry, and left what wna Thw, then, they lay, -the wagon all broken, the precious behind him. people all llelpless - Just EO in thie case, too, with a carefthems lacking For the othere went on, and with epeed drew paat, discretinn, each one thinking Worthless things took they on, to burden tbeir oxem Only abolit himself, whde the stream etill hurried him and horsee, forward. 208 POEMB OF GOETHE. POEW OF GOETHE. 29c) Then did we hasten to them, and found the sick and With the light-penrammere, the genuine gobleta for the aged, Rhine wmc?. who, when at home and in bed, scarce bore their And, the ittìng, the three surrounded the high pol- continual sdYering0, iehcd table, And now injured here. on thc wund lay moaning and and brown, which etood upon feet EO etrong - 1 Round . groañing, ma 00 etoady. 8corched at once by the 0un, and choked by thc dust Merrily 00011 rang the glue of the host on that of the thickly waving.” Moved bythe tale, thereupon replied the humane- . tion; hearted landlord : O that Hermann may find them, to give both com- Whom with friendly woda the host thue ohallenged fort and clothing I Loth should I be to 0ce them; the sight of misery misfortune hath eãved pain0 me. us- And, of hie goodness, will still continue to eave UB in Though deeply moved by tho firat report of such S future. diaaater, Who can fail to acknowledge that since the dread con- Sent we in hnste a mite from oar snped~~ity,00 that - Some might be etrengthened therewith, and we fed flagration, When he chaetened ne eore, IIe hath ever conrrtantlg our hearts the more tranquil. blessed u0 ; Butlet u0 now no more renew these picture0 of Ay, and constantly guarded, as man doth guard his , 00rmw. eye’s apple, Quickly into the hearte of mensteal0 fear of the Keeping with greatest care what of dl hi0 rnembera future, ie dcareet P And dull care, which by me than evil itself i0 more Should He not, then, continue to guard and help Q0 hated, etill further? Step now into our mom at the back-our cool little Truly, how great i0 Hie power, then only man nee% parlor. when in danger. Ne’er shinem the 0un therein ;ne’er forcce the warm air Should. then. this flourishing town, which He, thmu& a PWW. Through the thmkly built walle. And, motherdear, it0 diligent burghere,-‘ Firet from it0 mhee anew built UF, and then loaded bring n0 a wee glas0 with blessingn, Of the pod Eighty-the, to drive far away all bad Now again be deetroyed by Him, and our pains brought fancies. to nothing?’’ Here there i0 no pleasure in drinking; the fliee 00 buzz round the glmes.” Cheerfully, then, and gently, replied the excellent Thue they all went in, and enjoyment found in the vicar : coolneee. (6 lIold ye fa& thh faith, and hold ye faet thie convie Carefull brou htthe good mother some wine of tion ! gr0ri0~0fright11~0, For it will mnke you in joy both steadfaat and sure, In well-cut decantera, on tray of tin brightly vm and in wrrow nisaed, Sweet i0 the comfort it yield& and glorioas the hopit enliVM4l%.” POEMS OF QOETELE. 801 300 POEYB OF GOETIIE. Then, replied the host, with thooghts judicious and Tbhe spako and then liitened. The noise of dab mady : tenn horeee, cc IIow Irave I ßreetod full oft with nondcr theEwell of Distant at f rat, W= heard to draw nosr, and the cou the 1x11~nood, of the Earriage, When in my bllSineEE journcys engaged once more I Which with lmpetuous speed now came thundering rrppronr:hed it ! under the gateway. Grander ~t always secmcd, and exaltcd my thoughts HEEafm. and my spirits ! But I oonld llover think that bis bank, in lovelinc~~ \Vhen now the well-formed m came into the pdm. smiling, ' and joined them, Soon should prove a rampart to guard off Frankish Kcen and direct were the glances with which the invasion. vicar surveyed him, - Thus doth Nature guard us, thua guard us our brave-. And remarked hie manner, and scanned the whole of 11carted Germans, Ththe Lord himsclf ; who, then, would loso heart, like a dotrird 3 cnoh feature : Tired arc the combatants now, and to perco is cvery- Then he smiled, and with words of cordial purport thing pointin . addressed him : And whcn the feast 'iong wished for within our church 6' Surely, an altered man yon come in ! I never have shall be holdrm, seen you And the b~1Is'solcmn peal shall reply to the swell of Look EO spnghtly bofore, with a gleam of such mim& the organ, tion. Mixed with the trumpet's sound, keepiug timewith the JOYOUE you come and gay ; 'tia clear you divided your soari~~g Deum,Te presenta Then may oar Hermann, too, on that day of rejoicing, All. amon st the oor, and received in retub their Sir Vicar, rich fl lessing.R . Stand rcdved with his bride before you in front of the altar, Quiokly then the mn with words of earnestnees an- swered ; And 80 thhappy feaataay, observed alike in al1 coun- tries, -"%ether I merited praiee, I know not; but my own Scem in futurs to me a glad honle-annivemary like. wise ! Bade mefeelinr to 0 what now I wish to relate to YOU ful1J9 Mother, you rummaged BO long your old st-~m~ln But I am sorry to see the lad, who always 80 actirc se~rcl~ingnnd chooaing, got SIIQWEhhelf for mo at home, out of doeBO slow That it \v not till late that the hmdlc was all toa her, and EO bashful. 4 Little desire hath he amongat people to uskc his ap And the witlc and thc bcer were slowly and asrefully uearancc : paoked np. hi avoid8 Atopther the company of our YOMg When to thc ptc at length, and along th0 street 1 maidens, proceeded, And the frolicsome drmce, in which youth ever re fitreammg back cwme the mass of the townsmen, with joicetb." women and children, 802 POEMB OF GOETEE. Bight in my way; and now far off wm the train of the exiles. !l%oagh I am greatly in fear they already am p* Therefore. I held on faater, and quickly drove to the along paet it. village, If from these parte yon oome, and a store of superflu- Where they would halt, as I heard, for the night, aad oue linen rest their poor bodies. Anywhere have at oommsnd, on the pmit were kind to beetow it.” When now, 88 I wcnt on, I reached the new mad through tho vdloy, Thus ehe spake ; and, faint and pale, from the atmw There wm a wagon in slght, constructed with suitsblo ’ the poor womsn timbers, Rdng showed hemlf to me; when thna in return I Drawn bv two oxen. the lamat anIl m+.*n-.-+ +h-+ addreseed them : Good men, surely, o€t are warned by a spirit from heaven, So that they €eel the needwhich o’er theu poor brother ie hanging : For mother,my your trouble th- feeling beforehand, a bundle Soon BB thé maiden saw me, ehe calmly came near to Gave me, wherewith at once to supply the wanta of my horses, the mked.” Saying : “It is not always we’ve been in such doleful Then I untied the knote of the cord, and the dresainp condition gown gave her, As you behold ns tmlay along these roads of your Onco our father’s, and with it I gave the ch6mi~esand country, flannel, Truly I am not accmtomcd to ask tho donations of And ehe thanked me with joy, and exolaimed : L‘ The etrmgcra, prosperous think not Which they oft ,mdgingly give, to bo rid of the poor Mhaclee atill are wrou ht ; for- man in mkyonIy Inan B prtltioos : Socs God’s hand and nger,d which good men guídeth But I an1 urged to speak by necessity. Stretch4 on to good men, the straw Lem, What thron h IOU He is doing to ue, may He do to Newly delivered, the wife of a once rich proprietor you lif ewme!.” lieth, And I saw the glad mother the Merent piece0 of Whom, with child m she was, I scarce saved with the linen steers and the wagon. Handling, but most of all, the gown’s soft lining of Slowly wefollow the rat, while in life she ath hardly flannel. continued. L Then said-the maiden to her : Now epeed we on to Naked now on hcr arm the new-ban infant ie the village, !Y’y Where for the night our people dmdy fe halting And with ut scwmty means om people are able to help us, There theto:’ babyreBt2ß- othes, one and all, I’ll quiakly attend If in tho village hard by, when, WC think of restiug we find them ; Then she greeted me, and thmb the morrt oordirl 304 PO- OF GOETIIE. POEYB OF QOETHJZ. S06 Drove on the oxen, and EO the wagon went fornard, When now IIemmn had ended, at once Se tdk, I waited. the neighbor, Still holding bkk my horses ; for doubt arose in my Taking 111) the diacourae, exclaimed: Oh, that man bosom. is troppy, Whether with hurrying steeds I should go to the vil- Who in these da E of flight and confusion alone in hie lage, the viands ]lis 11ouse kea, ’Mongat the rest of the crowd to diqxnclo, or hero to Having nor wife nor children to oringe before hi in the maiden terror. All deliver at once, that she with discretion might Happy I feel myaelf now; nor would I today for share it, much money But within my heart I qnickly decided, and gently Bear the title of father, and have wife and children to After her went, and o’ertook her Boon, and quickly owe for. mid to her, Often ere now about flight have I thought with my- L‘ ’T~Enot linen alone, good maiden, to bring in the aolf, and have packed up carriage, All the beut of my gooode together, -the chains and That my mother gave me, wherewith to cover the the old coina . naked ; Of my late mother, whereof not a thing has been sold But she added thereto both meat and drink ìn abun- to this moment. dance, Xu&, to be sure, would be left behind not eaay to And I have plenty thereof packed up in the box of the furnish ; Even my simples and roots, collected there with much trouble, . I ehould be sorry to lose, though things of no very Into thy han: to give, thus best fulfil!iug ~rrymission : grrat value. Thou wilt diapcnse them with judpuent, while I by Still, only let thedispenser remain, and I go with some chance n~uethe guided.‘ comfort. . Then rcplicd the maiden : 6‘ With all fidelity will I Let me but rescue my cdand my body, and all ie There dispose of your gifts, and the poor sllall richly then renaned. en joy thcm. Easiest from such troubles eeoapee the man that is Thus clhe Rpake, and quickly I opened the box of the single.” carriaage, Bringing out tlmefromthe loaves, and the hams U Neighbor,” replied thoreupon young Hermann, weighing heavy, with em )haRia speaking, e Bottlea of wine and beer, all tho to give to and E&, L Not. at dl do Ithink as thou, and thy speech I mnet her. OWEurc. . More wo~lldI fain have given lbr still, but the box -. 1% tllcn, he the boat man, who in prosperous dsys and was now empty. in advcwc Thon she packed them all by the fcet of the mother, ‘l’llhks of himself alone, and to sham hie joy8 and hie and m went aorrows Onward, while with all speed to the town I came back Knows not, nor feels thereto iu his heart the least with my horma,” inclination ? Sooner now ?han ever could L determine to marry. ‘.. 306 POEMS OF GOETIUZ. Nmy a good maid now stands in need of a man to Snliling, enid tlwrcupon the f:uIlcr : ‘‘I hear thee wlth g1:lclncss ; Such B sensiblc word in mypretxnce thou seldom hast wallß adchimneys. spoken.” Then WON my heart in anguish, until, more splendid But the mother at onco chimed in, her part qnickly taking; “ Son, in god truth thon art right ; and thy parents set tlle exnnplc. For they were no days of joy in which we chose one examine, rnothcr, Where our dwelling had stood, and see if the fowh And our most korrowful holm lmt joined us tlw closer had bcen rescued, together. Which I so fondly loved ; for childish still were my Ncxt Monday morning-I know it €ull well; for tho day before Ilrppened That most terrible fire which gavc our dear town to destrurtion - It will be twenty years. It was, like to-day, on a Sunday ; Hot and dry a’ao the season, md in the place little water. All tho peoplc were ont, taking walks in their lloliclay clothing, Scnttcred rlont the h:rn1lcts, and in thc II~IA#alrd tile I:twrns, TII~II:It theud of the town the fire commenced, and the flanrcs ran Quickly throng11 the atmete, with the wind themsdvem houses. had created. Then 1) thehand thou took’st me, and saidet : And the bmnE were burnt, with the rich and ne\r- U Eouisr, poor maiden, gathered harvest. How oa~nestthou here ? Go thy way l thou art bum- And tllc streets were burnt.; right up to the mrrkct; ing thy SOICE in the rubhiah ; rny father For it is hot, and singes e’en these strong boots 1am Loht him honw hard by, and thi ono mon perished wearing.” with it. and thou didst lift me up, and carry me through thine tittle awed wo in flight. I sat the sorrowful night own homestr.ad. through Still thero was standing the gate of the house, with ita high vaulted ceiïiig, !lb mula in aermany W 0enanrUy plroea oi mrrahmat. I t08 POE- OF GOETIIE. POEMS OF WETEE. 309 Ae it now stands ; but that alone of all waa re. maining. Leave the honse well furnished, and who with suc888 then adorns it, And thou didst set me down, and kiss mc, although I Every beginning is hard,-the beginning of home forbad it. Lee ing hardeet. Bot npon that thou spakat with kindly words full of Thinge oP many- .. a kind. man wante, and .all thinge meaning ; grow daily See, tho house lies low. Stay here, and help me to Dearer; then let him in time provide for increaming build it ; his money ; And let me help, in return, to build thy fathcr’e up And fhns I cherish a hope of thee, my Hermann, that likewise.' qnickly . Yet did I not understand thee, uutil to my fatherthou Into the home thou wilt bring thf bride with fine scut cstq marriage-pottione, And through my nlothcr fdl soon the vows of glad For a highqirited man deservee a wd-endowed wcdlock were di Joyfully still to this day Ttcd, renmnber thehalf-conslllned thl,cm, And Rtill joyfully Beß tho sun mise in his splendor : Come the neeful presente, too, in bsskets and For it ars that dry gaveme my husbr~ld; the son of boxee S my yonth mas ‘Tie not in vain that the mother through muy a year First bestowcd upon me by those, wild times of de ie preparing strnction. T,incn of ample starc, of web fine and strong, for her Thßreforc I praiRo theß, IIemann,that thon, with daughter. bright trust in tho future, ’Tie notin vain that sponson3 presenttheir silver ln thew sorrowful times of a maid for thyseq too, art donations, thinking, And that the father laya by in hie desk a gold-pieoe, Andhast courage to WOO in tho war, and over its though seldom, ruins.” For in due time shall she thus delight with her goods and her presents Quickly then the father replied, with much anima- That young tnen have made her, before all othem, hie tion : chosen. u Laudable is the feeling, and true, too, each word of Yea, T know, in ber honse how pleasant the dear wife the story, muet find it Mother, dear, which thou haat told, for so it happened Both in kitchen and parlor, fa see her omfurniture standing, But whatcxaett; is etter i8 letter. It is not becoming that And herself her own bed, beraelf her own board, to each one ‘ have covered. Should frotn the past be contentto form hie wholelie May I but see in the home the bride that ie hand- and condition, somely portioned I Nor should every one chooso, as we did, and othem For the Door one at laet ia o~lydeepised by ber hm before him. bind, - Ob, how happy is he, to whom hie father and mother And aa B servant ehe’s treated, who, eervsntJilre, aune 5 with B bundle. 310 POEM8GOETHE. OF But in their convanation I nevem could feel mpself Men continue unjust, and the season of love pasectb happy, by them. Since they would alwap be findig fault,whiob Yee, m IIernlrmn, thou wouldst tomy age pant taxed my endurance. Lghest enjoyment, Quite too long was my coat, the cloth WSB too cmg If to m7 house ere long thou shouldst bring me a dear and the color llttle daughter Quite too common ; and then my hair WBB not cut and From the neighborhood here,- from the house painted curled ri htly ; penover yonder. So that ~-at last fthought- of bedecking myself like the Rich is the 1x1~11, that's sure ; and his trade and f8o. tories'ms~ehim Over there,shopboKe W o on Sunday dwap dinplayingtheir Daily richer ; for what docs not turn to gain for the are fignra, mercllant P And whose lappeta in summer,half silk, hang so And thcrc are only three daughters to share his pow loosely about them. scssione amongst thenl. But I observed soon enough that they always to ridi- Won already, I know, is the eldest, and pronlised in cnlc turned me ; mnrrlagc ; Which offended me much, for my pride wm wounded. But the second and third may be had, thotlgll not long More deeply may they be so. Still did it vex me to find they misundemtood the Had I beon in your place, till now I would not hava kind feeling tarried, Which I cherished for th,- eepecially Minnie, the One of the girls mysclf to bring here, 8s did your I youngeet, mother." For I went the last time at Easter to pay them a visit, And had donned my new coat, which now hangu up Modestly then the son to hie august father made in the wardrobe, answer And m hair I had got well curled, like the mt of the Truly, my wish, too, WDB,aa yours is, one of the rellowe. daughters Whon I went in they tittered; but I to myself did not Of our neighbor to choosc ; for we all were bronght- take it. up together ; At tho piano sat Minnie ; her father also was present, Round the spring in the ;arket in former timce have Hearing his dear daughter sing, - entranced and in wo 0 orteid, excellent spirits. And from ti e town-boys' rudeness I often used to pro- Much wae expressed in the songa that surpaaeed my tect thcm. poor comprehension, But that was long ago ; and girls at length, when they But I heard a est deal of Pamina and of Tamino; grow up, Bu.t since I dig. not like to sit dumb, mon m &e Stay, 88 is proper, at home and avoid suoh wildsporb finished, ive meetings. Questions I mked on the words and the two chief Well brought up they are, to be sure ; still, from for- charmters in them. mer acquaintance, Then the dl at once were silent, and emiled ; but the Be youwished it, I went from time to time over fati yonder : er 812 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OIE GOBTHlL 816 Said, L Our friend, sure, with none but Adam and EP Just what a mrvaut does for a man of ample posses is acquainted.’ sione, No one then refrained, but loud wan the laugh- of the That dostthou and meanwhile the son mnet be &ed maidene, Loud the laugh of the boys, while the old man held the townemen. embarrasament, md Early thus- with vain hope of thee did thy mothm deceive me, Still went on and on, inspite of the singing and When in the echo01 never progressed thy reading and PlafW. writin- and learning Then did hurry back to my home in shame and vex- As did that o? the rest, but thy place wan alwap the ation, loweat. Hung up my c.oat in the wardrobe, and drew my hair That must happen, of oourae, when no ambition is wit11 my fingers etir~ng~ Down to my Iled, and awore never more to palls over In the breast of a youth, and he wee not to raise him- the threshold. self higher. And I was perfcctly right; for vain they dl are and ___Had ~ mv-, father for me shown the care which on thee 1 loveless, have lavished, And I hear that withthem my name is always Had he sent me to school, and forme engaged the bat Tambo.” maeters, Then hnd I been eomething ehthan the host of the Then replied the mothcr, ‘i Thou ahoulclst not, Her- Qolden Lion.” mnnn, eo long time Angry-- be with the children, for children they are all But the son rose up and approached the door h deep togcthcr, silence, Minnie is ccrtainly good, and for thee always showed Slow, and without any noise ; while the father, with on .&cction, wrath still inoreasing, And but lately dlc mkcd after thee ; thou oughtcst to After him called : “Ay, begone ! I kdow thine ob& chooee hcr.” natc temper ; Go, and attend henceforth to the busineae, or fear my Thoughtfully then the son replied : cc I know not ; that displeasure. insult But never think thoa wilt bring, an a daughter-in-law Hath 80 deep an iupression made on me that truly I to tliy father, wish not Into the house where he livea, a booriah glrl and a At the piano again to me ier, and list to her singing.” troll0 . Long have f lived, and with men I know how to deal Then the father broke out, md spoke with wrathful an T should do, expraeions : Know how to treat both ladies and gentleram, 80 that Slight m the joy I receive from thee ; I have ever they leave me 8WCrted Qmtiíied, -know how to flatter, aa alwaya ir welcome mat thou couldet show no -te bat for horns and t0 StrmgW& field operatiorlq 514 POEM8 OF GOETHE. But now at le@ I muet find B de= daughter-in-law Whm the stone from the joining protrndee, with none to replace it, to seeist me, And to s\veeten the toil which I still ahall bear in Where the beam is decayed, and the house, all id10 abundance. Md mpt On the piano too, muet she play to me, while are m Waits to be unrerpinned, afresh, -that place ie ill- sembled, governed, Listening around her with pleasure, ow burghere, the For, where the ruler8 work not tor urder and deanli- best and the fairest, neau always, As on Suda ia done in the house of our neighbor." Easily there the townsmen to diy sloth grow Then &emam tamed; Softly lifted the latch, and.80went out the parlor. Just ay his tattered clothes to the beggar become mat of familiar, Therefore it wkh that Hermann, my a TEE BURGEER. ie my son, on Thne, then, the modest son escaped that pasaionste language ; But the fathor .went on in the self-aame way he begau in: mguiãr outfines, Thatwbich not in man oomes out and u ia of him; 1 For whoever hath seen cities large and oleanly, will cm hardly mt not. Ever expect to bring my heart's deereet wish to fuliil- Till hie own native town, however small, he embel- malt, lieh. That my son might be, not hie father'eequal, but Do not strangem ammend our gatewaya since their better. improvement, For, now, what were the house, md what wem the town, did not each one And our whitenedtower, and our church restored 80 oompletely P Always think with desire of upholding and of re- Does not. each one extol our pavementa, and mains rich newing, with water, and improving too, 98 time and travel instruct Ay, Covered and welldivided, for UeefalneEE and for aa- us P Must not man in such case grow out of the ground surmce That on its drat breaking oat L fire might at once be like B muuhroom,. kept under? And &B quickly dccay the spot which lately pro. on not all this been done eince that tan-ible COB. duced hm, Has single wstige bchiid him of vital activity leaving 0 gation P No Six tìmee I wted as buildor, and won the prahe of the Surely, one ecce iu S house the mind of thc master Council, as clcady And the most hearty thanks of tbe townsmen, for AB in thc town, where one wdke, of the magiatrate's havinsuggested, wbdom 'ho jadgcth. And by assi% uoue efforts completed, that good iestitw For, where the towcm and th0 walls are falling, where tion, in the trenchcs Which honest men now support, but befora hed left Dirt is piled u ), and dirt ín all the street4 too, lier unaaompliilred. scattcrcb! .. .-.- . . - . . .. 916 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF &Em. S17 Then ehe left the room, and afterher son quiokly followcrl, caneelvny That, having somewhere found hm, she might with b decided on quite, with tho great high roade to eon- soft words of kindnese, nect us. Cheer him again ; for he, her excellent son, wd da Bat I am much afraid our youth will not act in thin served it. manner, Some ofwhom only think of the pleasure and 0110~ When she had thus gone away, at once the father of the moment, said, smiling : While others ait in the house, and behind the atove U Truly a marvellous race are women - 88 much eo am still are brooding; And what I fear is to see such a character always in Hermann.” proper liking ; And one ntust do nothing then butdwsp be praisina Then replied nt once thc good and sensible mother : and fondling, Father, e’en EO toward our son thou art ever prone But once for all holds god that truth-8peaki.q pm to injnetice ; verb of old time, And e’en EO least of all will thy wish for hie good fi,nd 4 who will not foremost go, he comes in bindmobt? fulfilment. So is it.” After our own inclinations we cannot fashion our children, Then replied to him the druggist, with great cir But as God gave them to us, e’en so must we keep cumeption : them and love them, 6‘ Gladly, neighbor, I grsnt you this, and for dl that i . Training them up for thc beet, and then leaving each botter- to improve it. Ever m self do look out, - if ’tie new withsnt bei & Gifte of one kind to one, of another belong to tarer. another ; But is it really good, when one has not abundanu of Each one doth use them, and each ie still only good money, and eucceeeful Active and bustling to be, and in doors and out t be In his peculiar way. Thou shalt not find fault with mending P ‘Nay, much th0 burgher kept back : increa hie my Hermann, W- too is Who, I DIU sure, will deserve the fortune he’ll some ossessiona e day inherit, E’en 8 he could, he may not : hie purse ie evet too And be an excellent landlord, a pattern of townsmen and famera, And not the last in the Council, -1 see it already be peded. forehand. Many a thing had I done, but tho cost of euch alten But in the poor boy’s breast with thy daily blaming ations and scolding, Who doest not wish to avoid? above all in times of Aa thou hast done today, thou checkcet all feeling of such danger. oourage.” Long, intime psst, my holue in its &WE of new fashion was laughing ; c.:.. . .: .POEMB OF GOETHE. S19 POEMS OF GOETIIE. Yes, who would now any more oast an eye upon that? Long with ample pana throughout it thewindows did For vexation glitter, Scarce do I ever stir out: for all must be modem and 13ut does the man who in this would vie with the tasteful, merchant, know dao, AB it is cnllod,-the ails must be white, and the seata As he docs, the best way to make hie property must bc Hoodpen. goater ? All now ie sirnplc and plain ; carved work aid gilding Only look at the house over them - the new 0110 ;- no longer how Ilmdwrnc ,Will they endure ; and now foreign wood ie of all Showa on its ground of green each white compartment thing most costly. of stucco! Were I, now, 10 diposed to have my thin@ newly- Largo arc the lights of the win do^^ ; thc panes arc faahioned, flashing and gicaming, Even to go with the times, and my furniture often be So that tho reet of the housca throughout the square chqzing, stand in darkness, Yet does every one fear to make e’en the leeet alter- And ye& after th ñre, were OUTS at first quite thc finrst, Mine with the Goldon Angel, and yours withthe Golden Lion. So was my garden, too, throughout the whole neigh- horhood famonß, And each travcller stood, nnd looked through the red gilding, palisading And the green dragon, too, winding under his feet; At th0 beggars in stono and the pigmies colorcd HO but I left him gayly- Dingy still, as he is; for the sum that theyaskd quite Then, when I gavo a friend aoffco within the glorious shull-work, Which, to bo sure, now stands all dusty and rcody to tumble, Great waa the pleasure be took in the colorcd sheen *he motler of the mussels, Went meanwhiie in front of the house, to search for Rangd in beautiful order; and even the connoisseur. Jaqng, ’ Look with dazeled cye on the crystals * of Iod and oorale. in the stable, Whitier thenoble steeds of high courage claimed hie Where fine lords and ladies were taking o walk in the attentiou, gardeu. Which hc had bought when foals, and whioh he en- And with thef taper-fingere th0 flowers were giving trusted to no one. and holding. Then the. servant said : He ie gone away into the pden.” 8% POm6 OF QOETHR. Quickly thon she etepped acmes the long double court. And within it were hanging 'Gluadel and Muaaatel Yard, bunaheq Left the stables behind, and the barne all built of good Wondrous in eke, and e'en then dieplaying tints red timher, and urple, Into thegarden went, which extended right up to the Planted all! wlth care, to the gumtd dessert to add town walle ; splendor. Paseed straight throng11 it, enjoying meanwhile the But with eiu le plante the reet of the vineyard WRBB bloom of enoh objcct, coverei, Upright set the props on which the appletreed 13earing smaller grapee, from which flow0 wine the branches most costly. Rated, o'erladen with fruit, and the burdened boughs Thue, then, ehe mounted up, with g14 thoughte of the pear-tree, already of autnmn, And from the etrong emclling kale picked a few cater And of that festal day when the country in jubilee pillars in paassing ; gathers, For the indrletrioue wife takes no single etcp that is Plucking and treading the grape% and in cask0 the USelcse. eweet must collecting; Thua had aha come to the end of the garden, and up While, in the evening, fireworke light up es~hspt to the arbor, -and each corner, Covercd with honeysuokles ; but there no more of her Flsehing and crmking ; and eo fall honor i0 pBid to Hermann the vintage. Saw ehe, than ehe had Been in the garden ehe juet now Yet ehe went ill at ease, when the name of her son ehe travemed, had ehouted But on the 18tch was left the wicket, which out of the Twice or thrice, and echo alone in manifold voi- arbor, From the towera of the town with great loquacity A0 an especial favor, theirtruety forefather, the mayor, Had in timee gone by through the walle of the hwn got erected. Thue witl~oat anytrouble she pnseed acroee the .dry mother trenoheR, !l"i~ueto proven4 md her feera lest aught of ill ahould Where from the road cloee at lrand wont up tbc steep befall him, path of the vineyard, And she wa4 still in hope that on the way ehe &odd Well enclosed, and straight to the side rays turning find bim ; it0 surface, For the doors of th vineyard, the lower and ala0 the Thi too, ehe traversed throughout, and enjoyed the ai ht, while ascending, Open ali e were standing. And 80 the field ehe next Of the 8f undant grapee, bencath their leavos scarcely entered, covered. With whose further elopes the back of the bill WBB all Shaded mil roofed-in with vines wae the lofty walk in coverea. the centre, Still on ground of hcr own all t110 time eh0 was tred Which they aeoended bystcps of slab-etoncs rough ing, and pleasant from the quarry, 822 PO- OF MIETHE. mEM8 OF QOETHE. 323 Wss it for her to aee her own Mope and oom nodding richlo- Then the exceRent youth wlleated bimself, mid thus anewerep : 6s He who bcsreth no hesrt in hie brazen bosom now Right betweën the fieldsshe went, on the green feele not, award, tho foot-path Truly, the wauta of men who are driven about in mik Keeping still in view, and the great pear-tree on the fortuno : summit, He in whose head is no aen00, in theee daya will take Which wa~the bound of the fields her house still held little trouble in posseesion. ‘Studying whatis good for himself and the land of his Who bad plantcd it none could tell. Far and wide fathep. through the country What I had Been and heard tdytilled my heart There it was to be seen, end the fruit of the troc ww with aiquiet ; most famous. And then I carno up bere, and eaw the glorions land- ’Neath it tho reaper w.0~wont to enjoy his meal inthe ecapo mid-dsy, Sprcading afar, andwinding around us with fruitr And in its shade the neatherd to mit the return of bearing u lande. hie cattle, Saw, too, tho phen fruit bowing doh, SB if for the Benchce of rough ßtone and turf the sesta they them -Pin&, found to sit on. Full of promlse to us of rich harvest and gamere And ehe was not mistaken ; there sat ber Hermann, replenished. and reated - O but, ab, how near is the foe! The Rlrine’a flow- Sat with his ampropped up, and seemed to gaze o’er ing watera the country Are, to be sure, OIU guard : yet what now are waters Far away tow’rd the mountsin, hie back turned fall and mountains on hie mother. To that terrible people which cornes on tbenoe like a Softly she stole up to him, and shook quite gently bie tempeet P shoulder ; For they are calling together from every C~OTthe And, aa he quickly turned wund, she eaw tbcre were young men, team on hie eyelide. Ay, and the old, and onward at0 urging with might, md the nlassea Mother,” he said, disconcerted, ‘6 your coming sur- rieed me.” Then quickly Shun not tlre faceof death, but mmOg still preee upon Dried [e up hie fears- that youth of excellent fe& masee#. inm. -4nd doee a &rInan, alse ! in his 1ro11sestill vcnture to U What 1”thou art weeping, my Bon,” his mother re. linger ? plied, with amazement, Rops h, forsooth, dono to eecape the menacing “And muet I to thy grief be S stranger? I ne’er W- ruin 9 thna treatod. Denrcet Mother, I toll you it fills me today with vex- tion, That I was lntcly axcuecd, \v\-hcn from out our towne - my fatber, POEMS a45 924 POE?& OF GOE!CEE. OM GOETHE. And ocr household is large, and of great importance That to thy mother thou epeakest not, an yeeterday our business ; and as ever, But were I not doing better to takemy stand far out Open and free to tell me what ’tis that would mit yonder with th wiehes ? On the borders, than here to wait for diotion sad Should a thi2 pereon hear thee at preaent diecourr, bondage ? ing, he doubtlesi Yes, my spirithath spoken, and in my innennost boaom Would both oommcndtho0 much, and thy purpom Courage and wishes arc stirred, to live for the land of praise, au most noble, - my fathers, Led away by thy words, and thy epeeoh EO full of deep meanmg. Ay, and to die, and EO set a worthy example to othere. 11 Truly,. were butthe might of our German youth Yet do I only blame t3ee ; for, lo I I how thee much altogether better. On the borders, and leagncd not an inch to yield to Thou art ooncealing thy heart, and thy thoughts, from the stranger, thy WO& widely differ, O, they should not bc allowed to sot foot on our glo- For it is not the drum, I know, nor the trumpet that ~OI-.Ecountry, oalls thee, . And before our oyescon8ume our land’s fruitful Nor in th0 eyes of the girls dost thou wish to shine in produoe, regimentals. Lay,their conlmrrnds on our men, and rob PE of wive0 For, whatever thy valor and courage, ’tia still thy and of maidens. vocation See, then, mother ; within the depth of my heart I’m Wh11 to g11nrd the house, and the field to attend to in determined, Quickly to do, and at once, what ~eemsto me right me, with franknew, what brin* thee and judicious ; to this rceolution 4 ” For not always is his the best choice who thinks of it Earnestly said the son : 66You err, dear mother ; Lo ! I willon$st. not returnto my homefrom tllc spot that one day is I Rtrnd on, Not just like another; tho youth into manhood will But go straight into town, and devote to tllc ranks of our soldiers en for aotion in quiet, than midst all the This good arm and this heart, to serve the la1111of nlv fathers. Of a wild, roving lie, whioh to many a yonth hae bccn fatal. - Thus, then, however calm I am, and was, in my -you have caught mu 326 POI” OF GOETBE. POEMS OF 321 Dealing with words but half truc, and with half disl guises of meaning, “!hIy, my father’s words of today did grievously For, let mc simply confess it, it is not the coming of Wou$ me, Undeserved as they were, alike thii dayand all othera, thougLta-great and Roaring. For ’twaa my earliest pleasure to honor my parente, Succor to bring to the land of my sirca, and its foee and no one strike wltll terror. Cleverer seemed, or wieer, than they whom I thanked All that I spoke ww mcrc worde alone, intcndcd to for my being, oover And for their esrneetoommanda in the twilight meaaon Thoso bitter feclings from thee, which r~yheart am of childhood. tearing rreunder. Much, in truth, had I then to endure from my play- O, then, leave me, my mothor ; for since all vain are fellows’ humore, thc wishes Whenfor my pod will themfull oft with epite Cheriellcd here in my bosom, in vain may my life, too, they repmd me. be wasted, Many a tirne when struck by stone, or hand, I o’er- For I know thnt himsclf the individd injmre looked it. . Who devotes hilnself, when all for the common wed But if they ever turned my father to sport, when 011 strive not.” Sunday Out of churoh he came, with step of difled slow- nem ; If they e’er laughed st the band of hie cap, and the flowere on his loose gown, Which he EO stately wore, and ne’er till ta-day would ’ abandon ; hasty Fearlesely then did I clench my fiet, and with furions Easily out of their path the learnt impediment driveth. prreeion ßut a woman is apt to look at the nzeane; and to Fdi I upon them, and struck and hit, with blind, reck- trawl leae onset, Even by roundabout ways, nand so to accomplish her Seeing not where my blowe fell; they howled, and with blooddrippingnosee Hardly escaped from the kicks and strokes which I dealt m my fury, And thus grew I up, with much to endure from my fiercely bGIing, father, And, in spite of th will, the tcsrs from thine eye8 Who full often to me, instead of to othem, spoke gushing thick y P ” chiding, r Whon he waa moved to wrath in tho Council, at ita Than the good yonth to his pain hi wvllolcbeing BU- last sitting ; rendered, and weeping, And I still had to pay for the etrifes and intrigues of. Weeping aloud on his mother’s bresst, eaid with deep hii colleagum. eet emotion : Oi&mes did yon youreelf oommiserate all that I auf. fared. 828 POEMS OF GOETlIE. POEMS OF GOE-. S29 Widling still from mq heart to scrve and honor my And the work of the day be more free and mminde. p:llu.ntg pendent, Whose sole thought wrur for our sake to add to tlteir Than thy fathor and I, too, wieh it. We always ad- oocle and possessions, vmed thee, Often c7 enying themselves in order to save for their Ay, and have urged thee bo, to make thy ohoice of children. a maiden. Oh, but it is not saving donc, and tardy en 'oymcnt, Pet do I know it well, and my heart thim moment re- Not heap piled upon heap, and acre stid added to peate it, m=, That t111 the right hoar oome, and with the right hour All 80 compnctly endosed,- ìt is not this that makes the right maiden Make her E pearanoe, this ohoioe muet remaiu still in the &stanca,. too, grow oldor, And in moet case8 meanwhite fear arges to catch at Void of joy for today, and full of care for ternorrow. tho wrong one. ' Look down there, and eay how rich and fair to the If I must tell thee, my &n, I believe thon hast choaen vieion already; Liea yon noble expanee, and Benoath it tho vineyard Since thy heart is emitten, and mitive more than is and arden, common. Then the %m8 aud stnblea,-f%r ranges of goodly Speak it thon plainly out, for thy sod dmay de posseseions. Cheit Further on etill I see the houet+back, where, in the Yonder maiden ie &e, -the exile, - whom thou hmt chosen." Peeping under the roof my own little room shows ita window. "Dearest mother, thon sayeet it," the mon then quick- And I reflect on the timee when tllerc the moon's late ly made answer. appearing a Peg, ìt ie she ; and unless BB my bride,* thìì day I Many R mght I awaited, and many a morning tbe sun. mny bring her rise, Home to our housa, she pee on, and perhaps will vm- Whcn my sleep was EO sound that only a few l~oura ish forever, were sufficient. In the confusion of war and sad journeybp hither and Ab I all seme to me now as loncly a8 thatlittle thither. chanlber. - Then ever vainly for me our rich poeseesione will Hou& and aden, and glorious field outetretched on proaper, the hflsidc, And for theeu e CB ever vainly the years ta oome will All lie0 EO dreary before me: I want a partner ta be fruitfu1 . shure it." Pes, tho familiar house and the garden bocomo my avereion, "hen replied to him his good and intellig~ntnlother: Ah ! and tho love of his mother, o'cn that h& poor Bon l*Son, thou dost not more wit& to lcad o bridc to thy hile to comfort. chamber, That th night may yield thee o lovely half of exiet. +TheWtlw d ~~brldem~nndL'WgroomD'M #lwm O QermanYta ence, ~mwhorn,onlye~tobe~ ss0 POEMS OF GOETBE. For love loosens, I feel, 811 other tia in the bosom, Giving no reason ; for wine the whole etrength of his When it makes fast her own ; nor is it only the hot wilful temper maiden Then stirs up, nor lets him attend to what others are l‘hnt leavcs father and mother to follow the youth eh0 saying; hm chosen ; Only for what he eaya himielf haa he hearing or Butthe outh, too, knows no morc of n~otherand feeling, fat er, But the evening ie now ooming on, and long conver- When heK see8 hie maiden, Lis only beloved, go from sations him. Have ere thie been exchanged by him ad his friendly Wherefore let me depart whore desperation now drivee companions. me ; antler, I’m sure, he must be, when the fumes of For my father hath spoken tho words thnt must noeds wine havc now left him, bo decisive. And he feels the injuetice he showed e0 keen17 And his house is nc longer mine, if from it the others. maiden, Come ! let UE venture at once; naught speeds likb Whom alone I wish to bring home, by him ie ex- tho quiokly-tried venture ; cluded.” And we require the friende who now eit with him Quickly then replicd the and sensible mother; Two men, SU~Y,stand $“dlko rocks in stern oppo- sition : - of atone riains, Neither move his tongue the first to words of good Drew, too, her son from hie eeat, who willingly followed. In silence fcdinrr.~ .~~__ ‘SVllcrefore Ytdl thee, mn, irr my heart the hope is Both descended the hill, on their weighty purpose still living, decting. That if she be but worthy and good, to thee he’ll bctroth her TEE CITIZEXB OF THE WORLD. Mean\vhile~ eat the three etill incessantly talking to gether, With the pastor the druggist, and each by the side of the landlord. Av. and the theme of theù talk wae still the eelf- ._..- . - POEMS OF GOETHE. 393 Few are thebesete he is taught to raise by hie sptem But ye must not go too far. For close by the aide of this feeling decided ! Naturehath also given the wish to linger mid old He supporteth u! all. And joy to the small town% thinaa, bureher uniteth: Each condition is good that ia sanctioned by nntnre On him lies not-the_ presaure which cripples the and mason. countryman'e &orte ; Man aislleth much for Ilimeelf, and yct he wantcth but Nor is he crazed by tho care of the townsmen with little ; many requiremente, For his days are butfew, and his mortal sphereis con- Who, though wnty their means, with tboae who are tracted. richer and hqgher Ever are wont to me, -moat of their wivee and Ne'er do I blame the mm,who, constantly active and -- .m all rceth, their maidene, Urged on and on, o'er the sea and along each path of Slm, then, forever, say I, the tranquilpursuite of thy thc mainland Hermann, Passee busy and bold, and enjoyment finds inthe And of ___the libminded " partner who by him will mms profits day be chmen." Which are 80 richly henped up, alike round himsclf Thue he spake; and juat then came in with her Bon ancl his clrildren. .- -.. But that character, too, 1 esteem, - tho good quiet the gooa1 momer,-L wonwm. Whom she led- by the hand, and placed in front of her husband. Father," aaid she, how oft have we thought, when chatting together, Of that jovial day whioh would come, when Hermann heredter, Not for him -each year is the soil still altercd by r c11lturC; Choosing a bride for himedf, oompleted at length ow Not for him does the tree, ncwly plmtcd, with hastiest en-oyment ; increase Backward and forward then ran our thmghts ; now Stretch forth its boughs to heaven with blosaomlr most this one, now that one, richly embellished. W= the. maiden we ked on for him, in conveme No, tho man baa need of patience, - haa need, too, of parental. 4mole Now, then,. - that.. day ia oome ; now heaven itself bath Qùetuncarying plnne, and an intellect plain and etmightforwarcl. Small ie the measore of eeod he cornmite to the aarth which eupporta him, . POEMS OF GOE!J!'€IE. ~85 Come to UB down from above in the form that is pawion. Ee ie no changeling ; I fear, that if thL maid you deny him, All his best years will then be loet in B lie of deep sorrow." Quickly thonreplied the druggist, 80 fu11 of di cretiou, From ~11o~elips the Worb to bunt forth, long had been redy : *'Let 11s still only dopt the middle couw in thie jnnlllr%wc, SDeed with slow heed !' 'twas the plan pursued e'en ...... - - - ... - aat~ POEMS OF WE-. POEMS OF MIETRE. 887 If but the father be made an object of blame, ox th0 011 I my fatÏ&, she bath not FUR wantonly hither, - husband. that maiden ; But I will not resist you, thue banded together ; whst .Ehe ìe not ono throügh the country to whisk about on pod were it P adventurne, For, in truth, I see here beforehand d&mw and And to enanare with her trick6 the incxperienoed weeping. youngater. Ga, and examne, and withyou, in G)od’s name, bring NO,but the savage doom of t.hat nII-ruinous conflict, me my dsughter mich is destroying the world, and many a fi1mlp Home to my hou= ; if not, he may then think no built atructuro moro of the maiden.” Th- tho sire. Then exolaimed the mn, with fee tures so joyous : Now bcforo n1 ht ehall yon have sn excellent dsugh- ter provifed, E’en 88 the man must wish, in whose bra& lives a mind full of prudenoo. Happy will be, too, then my good maiden, -I venture to hope ßo. Yem, ehe all1 ever tllnnk me for having both father and mother Great are thä woe and tho nced which over the earth Given her back in you, aa sensible children would have are now spreading ; them. Should not, then, from misfortune like this Rome good But X muet tarry no more ; P11 go and hamm the fortme __~._follow-. -P horses And should I not, in tllc arms of my bride, my trust- Quiokly, and takeout with mc ourfriends on the worthy partnor, track of my loved one, Reap pod fru~tafiuíta fromfrozi the war, aa you from the great Then leavo it all to the men themaelvee and their own contlagration ??” good discernment ; Whoso decision, I ewear, I will entirely abide by, Thcn wplied thc htl~rr,and Spake with words full And nevor sea her again, until she is mine -that of meaning : sweet maiden.” Y How now, my son, h~ththy tonpc becq loosed, Thus went he out. Meanwhile the othere were weigh- which many a long c ing with wisdom Stuok to thy month, snrEooved in speech but on Many a point, and quickly discullaing each matter of rarreat occasions P . .. moment. But 1 mmt provo today, the doom which threatens .I Hermann, then, to theetablcs sped, where the high- each father mettled Ilorses Quietly standing, their facd of clean white onte were eojoying, And their well-dried hay, that waa cut in the best of the meadows. g7 938 POEMS OF GOE!lTI3. POEMS. OF QOETHE 399 Quickly, then in their mouth he put thebright bite d their bridles, Ae one went down the etepe, the eye did light on stone Drew ut once the strape through the buckles hand- benches, somely plated, Placed all round the epring, which still welleii forth Thenthe long broad reina tothe bridlefastening living watera, ßecnrely Pnre, and enclosed in low walle,for the oomfort of thoee Led the horscs out to the yard, where the quick will. 'who were drawing, in4 servant, There, beneath the treee, to stay with the ofmiage Guidin It well bythe pole, the coach had already and horses %rmmforward, Hermann now determined, and thus addresd his Then with ropes so clean, and fitted exactly in ßompanions : measure, .Step now forth, my friende, and go, ~cl infor- Fastened thcy to the bar the might of the swift-draw- mation, ing horses. Thether, indeed, the maid be worthy the hand whioh Hermann took the whip, sat down, and drove to the I offer. rmtewav. MVI think it, and so ye would bring me no new And u" aoon"As the friends their roomy places had tuken Speedily rolled on the oarriage, and left the pavement village, behind them. And with words short and few the good &l ehould Left behind them the wallß of the town and the tow- decide ou my €ortune, ers whitely shining. amongtd all the rest you will mon be able to Tl~usdrove lTc~n~annon to the caueeway now 110 familiar. Qnickly, and n'id not loitcr, but still drove up hill snd figure. down hill. But I will give you, further, some marke from her ' But whenonce again he deecriod thetower of the drese clean and simple. village, Red is the bodice that ~ITCB support to the ewe11 of And at no dietancc once more lay the houses garden- lm bosom, surrounded ; Well laced up ; and black is the jacket that tightlylies Then he thougl~twith himself it was time to pull in o'or it ; the howes. Neat the chemise's border ie plaited in form of a collar, Which encirclee her chin, EO round with the chnrms of Shaded by linden trees, which, inworthy pride ita whiteness ; high-exalted, Freely and fairly herhead displays its elegant oval ;. Had for hundreds of years on tho spot already been Twbted strongly and oft are her plaita round hair-pine rooted. There IV~Ea kde-aproacling space of green sward in front of thc village, commences, Where the peasants and barglwrs from neighboring And, as she walke along, flaps round her neatlyshaped towns met for pleaawe. There, hencath the trees, waa a well at slight dep& from the surface. 841 340 POEMB OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETEE Do not speak to the maiden, nor ‘let your purpe be That~~ we eho~ldnnderetsnd at length,- and bear with noticed ; eaah other, But you must question the others, and listen to all they Living in peace, - thou h not each one by this rule may tell you. metes out his con5 uct? When you get tidings sufficient to quiet my father Carelees of pcace, to be sure, ie the prosperous man ; and mother, but shall trouble Then come back to me, and ~re’llthink of our further Fail to teach us, no more, BB eret with our btother to procecdinm. quarrel. Nay,.~ to ench other give place on the stranger’s eoil, and together Sbare what ye have, that so ye may meet with com- Thus ho Spake. But his friends forthwith went on passion from others ‘P to thevillage, Wherc in gnrclcns, and bms, and ho11scs the mass of Such were the worda of the man, and they all in people silence and conoord, Crowded, while cnrt upon cart along the wido road Thus appeased once more, arranged their cattle and was standing. wagone, Tbere to the lowing cattle nnd teams the men gave When now the cler ymen heard the speech which the attention ; elder hdspo I en, On dl the hedges the women their clothes were busily And thc pwifio vlem of th0 stranger judg. had die- drying; covered, l And in the brook’s shallow wQt.er tho children Se- Straigllt up to.Bin~he went, and addreeaed him with lighted to dabble, words full of meaning : Tl~usthey mnt pressing on through wagon4 through Father,’ tis trnc that when men live in prosierone meu, and through cattle, days in theircountry, Looking about right and left, as spies (7apatched for Gaining their food from the earth, which far and wide the p1112)osc, opes her bosom, Whuther they n~ightnot descry the form of tho girl And through years and rnonthe renem the gifts that they had heard of; they WiËh for, I I3nt not 0110 of them dl eeclued to be thnt excellent All then como0 of itself, and each in hia own oye% is maiden. Soon they follnd the crush become groater. Tllere, round the W~~OJIR, Thrmtaling lncn a-erc nt strife, while tl~cwomen n~ixcdwith them screan~ing. QuickJy then an elder, withsteps full of dignity wdkhr. 342 POEXS OF GOETDE. POEM6 OF GOETHE. 343 And, %E wanderem, drag them throughdays and Talk on Etill with the judge, and turn tho discourse nightß full of anguish ; on the maiden, Ah ! thcn look they around for the man of the best While I am walking about to look for her ; and I will understanding, corne back, And lougcr he uttcre cxcellcnt mords to no no hi Soon aa I find her.” The vicar, with nod, expreseod purposc. his approval, Toll me, father; you arc, no doubt, the judge of tllesc And thron h the hedges, and gardens, and shed8 the exiles, spy egan seeking. Who EO pickly did shed the calm of peaco o’er their % splrits. TEE AGE. Yes, you appear to mc n8 ono of those leaders of old time, When theclergyman thus to thestranger judge put Lis questione, Who tllc exiled pcople through- dcscrts and wander- iugs guiclch ; - What were his people’s wo@, and how long from their Surely, nlcthinks I am talking with Joshua, if not with land thcy were drivcn ; luo8es.” Then the man ‘replied: U Of no short date are our troubles ; Then with carncst look tho jdge nilclrcased him in For of continuom yearn thebitter aregm we have answer, drunken, Truly, our tiuies niay compare with -those of rarest All the more dreadful, because our faircst hopes were occw-rencc then blasted. Noted in history’spage, alikc the profanc and the For, indeed, who can deny that his heart was highly sacred, elated, 110 who ia days like these his liEe but from ycsterday And in his fmcr bosom far clearer pulees were beat reckons, ing, When first row o’er tho world that new-born BM in Hath alrcnily livcd ycars: EO crowd the events in cmh story. its splendor, . When we heard of therights of man, which to all If but a short way back I tram1 B thought, on my were now common, Ilend SCClllS Heard how freedom inepired, and equality won the Gray-llnircvl agc to be lying; and yet my strength is still livel~ world’s praises ? Then did each II~Ihope to live for himself; and the 011, WC may WC 1 compere ourselves with those others fcttcm, EO faIllOUS, Dcenlccl to bc loosed, which hed thrown their links Who, sole11111hour, h tho ficry E~Wap enring in bk11 ovcr many a country, God, theLord; to UE, too, in clouds and tre He And in the land of sloth and selfishness long were appcnreth.” hold tightly. Wllilc now the vicar WIE fain the dimourse still Didnot cach man look, in those daye of further to lcngtl~cn, pmsing Longing to l~carfrom the Inan his own md his coun- excitement, trynlen’a fortwcr, TOW~Ethecity which long thc world ite capital Quickly with ahisl)cred words in Ilia err-observed his reckoned, companion : And whiol~now n1orc thml ever dceerved the ’ cent title P 344 POEMS OF GOETEE. POFIMB OF GOETEIE. 845 Were not, too, those nien who first proclaimed th8 Then wae every one's tongue untied, and loudly they pot1 tidinge uttered, EcpI 111 nnmc to the highest bmr.atb the stare up in Gray-beards, ana men, and yonths, their hiih inten- 11twe11? tions md feelinge. Did .not every Inan% mind, and spirit, and language, grow greater ? But the heavens were clonded too soon ; for the And, as their neighbors, WC first wcre fired with prize of dominion, lively crnotion. Strove a corrupted race, unmeet to produce what was Then the war bcgan, and the columne of newly-nmlcd noble. E'reuchruen Then they dew one another, and crushed with the h'earcr drcw ; but they eeemcil to briug withthorn yoke of o pression, nothing but friendship. Then new neighgo and brothers, and sent forth the Ay, and thcy brought it, too ; for the souls of them selfgeeking masses. all wer(! elated. And amonget us the high were debauching and rob- bing by wholcsale, And the low were debauching and robbing, e'en down to thelowest; Ench man seemad not to care, if but something wem Great B-m then the enjoyment of youth, and great left for the morrow. that of old nge. Great, indced, was our nead; and greatly increaaed our o pression ; No one hoeged our cry ; of the day they were abso- spirit ; Each one but thought and BWO~for all his wrongs to take ven eatoe, And for the itter lose of hi hope thus doubly defrandcd. Fortune chmged at length to the side of the suffering Gornlnne, And with htwty nlsrchea th Fronchman fled baok tow'rd Idß country. Ah! bnt nevcr till then did we feel tho ßad doom of wnrfarc! ! Great, and pncrou8, too, is the victor,-at least he appeam so, - And he doth mare, LIE one of his own, the man he hm vanquiejled,~ When he 1s dtily of Use, mad with all hia property serves him. .. . .. , 946 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETEE. 847 Rut tllc fugitive knows no law, if but .death he may Loosed from their bands apperw, when the ohecks are ward off; ne that relitrained them, And without any rcgard be quickly destroys what is All I things, which the law into holes and corner8 nrccions. 3had driven.“ “Excellent.. sir,” replied the virtar, with emphssie speaking, u If you hRve misjudged man, I cannot on that account blame you. Evil enough, to be EUI-O, have you borne from that wilx Úndertaking. Still, if you would but look once mow through the da B of your Borrow, You WOUr d yourself confess, howloften you Oaw what .‘wu *on, to(), Mmv an excellent thing, which remaine in the heart _- I ‘ deeply hiddcn, Should not dmger incite it, and man by neod be pressed forward Eyen lt18 an angel, or pardian-god, to ~eemto his neighbor.” Smiling then replicd the-judge EO aged and worthy : ‘6 Sensibly do yon remind me, as oft, when & ~~IIECh8 becn hum$ down, Men to the owner recall in his sadness the gold and the ßil ver, Which,though nroltcn and scattered, lies still pre- served in the rubbish; Llttlu it i4, to be sure, but even that littlo is precious, And the poor man diga for it, and when he has found POEMS OF QOETILE. 849 Seen the stripling at once grow up into manhood,- the graybeard And he wm on the point of aaking her subsequent for- Young m(!c morc, - and e'en the child into Rtripling tunes, dewlop ; Whether along with the people ehe now were in sor- Ay, and the \\-ea.kcrIBX, aß 'th our cnstoru to call it, rowful exile. Show itself rnli:ult and strong, and for yrcscnce of ~nind j~r~tlyfamous. But with hasty 0tepe just then the drag#@ came to Thus let 111e now rclatc, above all, that action most them, noble, Pulled the clergyman'e arm, and with whiepmd Whichwith high soul a maidcn performed,- t.h0 word0 thus addrcssed him : oxcellcnt virgin - LL Sud at lmtI have found the maid out of many a Who in the large fnrn~-house staycdbehind along with {undred, the yomggirls ; Aa the demription ran1 So come yournelf to bebold Since the JIICII Ilad all gone, liko tllc rest, to fight with her, thc Rtrmgcrs. And bring with KOU the judge to tell U5 still further Then came into the yard a troop of w-nndering about her. rddJlc, Purposing this they turned ; but the judgemeanwhile Bait upon plua(ler, alrtl qrrickly rlwhcd intothe 114 been summoned ~on~cn'~qmtmalt. By his own peopleaway, who, in want of counsol, Thcre they loarlic!d tire form of tho well-grown bcnuti- requircd him. fu1 maiden But the vicar at once prepared to follow the drug- And tlloae lovely -or, to call them mors gist, properly, chi122: Up to the gap in tho hedge ; and the latter, cunningly Then, with wildpassion po~sesaed,they made an pointing, aRsadt withont fcrling, Said : 4' Do you 0ee hcr, -the maiden 4 The doll she On thattrmrbling band and on the magnanimous has swaddled already, mridcn. And well enough do I know, now I see it agak the Rut from tho side of one she instantly tore the bright old satin, alm me, And tho old cushion-cover, which Hermann brought in Brought it down with might, n11d bofore her feet bc the bundle. fell blccdilrg. These are 0' Xcant marka, andthe rest are all in Thcn with rl~a~rlystrokes the girl she valiantly re5 amor ame. coed, Por the red bodice affords support to theswell of her Wounding four more of the robbers, though them bosom, escaped drat11 by flying ; Well laced up; and the1.elien the jacket of black Then ehe secllred the yard, rrnd with weapon in lrrnd tight1 o'er it ; waited succor." Neatthe ci emise's border 18 plaited in form of a collar, When the clergyman thus had hcard tho praiso of Which encircles her chin 80 round with the omsof the maiden, Hope for the fricnd he loved at once mounted high in his bosom ; 350 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETHE. Sb1 Though she is sitting, wo Etill cm see the height of her ‘Ere thou hast enten a bushel of aalt with thy new- staturc, made acqunintance, AI^ th bhc skirt, which in full and nunlerous foldm Lightly thou must not trust him ; ’tia time alone can from the boRom thee, Gracofully wuvcsbelow, and extcnde to her nently- What thy position im with him, and what thy friend- shaped ankh Ehlp E endnrancc.’ Withoutdoubt it is sho. So come that we may htus, thcn, first address to honest peoplo some quek cwnrninc tions, Whet.her SIIC virtuous bo md pod, - o msiden Who both know the maid, and will give UE intdligence domestic.” of her.” Then the vicnr rcplicd M he lookcd nt tho sitting girl keenly, Th& SIE cncllrntJcd tllc youth is to I~P,most EUrCly, no wondcr ; For she Atande proof to the erc of the man of fillest nerceution. It do& co111rncnd him almaya, and nowhere is he a strangcr ; precaution : Each one likes to he near him, and euch one would 66 Say ! wo have seen a maidcn, who, in the garden gladly dctnin him, closo by here, If but the grace of his manner to thnt of hie person bo Under the appletrec sits, and makcß 11p clothing for suited. childrcn Be wcll :lEsllrCd th youth lm succccded in finding r Out o€ some worn out satin, received, I suppose, as a maiden present. Who o’cr the fiitnrc dt~y~of hie life will EII~gloriouh Wu wcre well pleased with her form ; she seems one , lnstrc, of tllose full of spirit. And with the trllth aad vigor of wonlm at al1 tirncc \Vllat, then, you know of her, tcll us ; we aak from a support him. laudable motive.” Thus, ~urc,perfection of body the soul also kcepeth in l)rigl\tlloNs, Whennow thejudge straightwaywent intothe And thus ;I 1-igorous youth of a happy old age still garden to see her, gives -6 Nay, yo know her,” ho said, ‘(already; for when I .. . ,. . - _-. .. .. 852 POEMS OF GOE!l’EE. But m Bood strong; for she nursed her aged aa ML No one born how long- he may hold hie peaceful pos tion &: eeesione, . Up tothe day ofhi0 death, when tornaway by - : No one how long etiU in foreign lande he may wander, dliiction And be without the field and the garden, which ought For the distress of the town, and fear for his threntened to maintain him.” Ay, an with silent couragc shc bore hcr heart’s bitter iOBscssione. U AY,indeed,” then observed the draggiet, that keen anguish .- At her bridegroom’s death, who, a youth of generous feeling, - .- should Gave it, h the first glow of high thoughts, for precious free- .... hge coin or small alae ; for your pcople’a wan& dom to strugule, - must be many. Even departed to farie, and terrible dcath Boon en- .. . Yet will I not let you go without 8 gift ; that my countcrcd ; ’;” j wiehce EO For, ae at home, there he opposed tho tyrant and Still may be seen, however the seed may fell &Ort of plotter.” the wishea.” Thus, then, spakc the judge. With thanks both were mue he e ake, and forward the leathern pouch well going to leave him, ern iroìdered When the pastor drew forth a gold piece (the dmr Drew by the string, in which was kept his t.&- alreadv . .. and opening, Nicely shared it with him; and many a pipeful wae found there. When he siwthe poor exilcs in sorrowful crowde 6‘ Small ia tho gift,” he added ; to which the judge passing by him), quickly anewered, And to thejudge ho held it out, and said : W ?’his poor “Nay, but Eood tobacco to travcllem ever is wel- farthmg come. Share thou amongst tllc needy, :mcl God to tho gifte And upon that th druget began to praiso his Kan- rrrrnt an incrcasc !” seter. Yet dik theman ref~Isc,md said : I‘Nay, but many a aollm But the good vicar then drew him away, and the And nrarh olotlling auc7 stuff from the wreck of our judge thc nos quitted. fortunes we rescued, Q we,’? saili the man of good aenae ;“the young And slldl again, I trust, go back bcforo all is ex- 1I:LIlstCCl.’~ T!wn replicd thc vicar, and into his hand pressed the money, So they haatened and came, anil fonnd thcir yonng “No one should wait to give in thcee days of trouble, frlond on thcrrriap and no one Leaninc there beneath tho lindens. The horees were Should refuse to accept what to Liin in kindnew is stamping offered. wildly upon the turf, and he held them in oheck, end stood thoughtful, POEX9 OF GOETHE. 856 Smh m hem,without luring aome god youth on to When the came to him with ehonta and signs of their dore her 9. fa Bly returning, Think ye she hath not yet her heart to love ever Even W en still at a distance the druggist began to o enedP addreaa him ; GI0 not &ither so faet; we might, to our ahsrna and Yet Etill thoyapproached unperceived. Then his aonfaaion band the good vioar Turn back elowly home our hom. The fear doth Seized, nnd said, tbue matching away the word from pomw me his con~rade: Thst Borne youth oxma her heart, md the excellent To console him the vicar hia mouth alrdy hd opened, ’ But, in hi talkative way, bia companion did tbue in- terrupt him: u Surely in former tima wo should not have thU6 been Ombarrassed, When in ita own proper way emh businese WM brought to completion. Then, if e’er for their aon a bride the parents had For, whilewaiting ~~ here, ~~-d- a load of care hath come o’er me. Think ye, thatTf we but go, the maiden will surely Viait, __ come with ua, Interchanging with bim at firat.on generaltopioa Since we are rich, aná ehe a poor and wandering exileP Friendly worda, and well killed to direct and led Poverty, undeserved, e’en makes mm prouder. Con- round the subject. tented After mud beating about, the daughter was at length Seeme t&m&den and sotive, and eo Baa the world at commended, her ~ummons. And the man and hí0 house from whom he received hin ever grew np 8 woman of beauty and oommieeion. 8ennble pople perceived ’ hie object ; the aemile envoy 356 P01"MS OF GOETEE. POEM8 OF GOETITE. 367 Soon porcoived their wishcs, an¿ might exph& himself Make me happy forever,-one 6 No ' forever ludo me. furthcr. But now leave me alone; you mu& not wait, bu6 If they didikcd the offer, there then waa no painful mturning, refusal. Go to my father and mother, that they may learn But if it prod successful, the wooer 1~98then wer from your story after .. .. That their eon did not err, and that there is worth Erst to beeecn in the house at each domcetic re- in the maidcn. joicing : And BO leavo me alone. By the footpath over the For the good married couple their wholo life through hilleide did rcmcmbw Will I go hack by a nearer way. Bnd, O that my 'Iht tbc first knote were tied by tbc hands cornu& sioned to ti0 thcm. ßut all t.hnt is nom, with'other such oxcellcnt cnstoms, Quitc gonc out of foshion, and each for Itimeelf ie the C wooer. - gladly." - Wherefore let c.wh himself in pnrwn receivetho Thus ho epake, and put the reins in the hand of the Irfileal vicar, Datincd for him, and stand with shame l0f01.e the Who. . ~.~ rwived them with skill and command' o'er the proud maiden." foalu-covered horaea, Quickly mountad the carriage, and eat in the Beat of Be it e'en as it may !" replied the youth, mho Bad scarcely tho driver. Heard all the Torde, and m silence bad formed hia But thon still didat tarry, thon prudent neighbor, and aaidest : own resolution. ~Gladly, friend, with eoul, and mind, and heart, u I will in person p, and in person Imrn what my my doorn is, would I trust thee ; Ont of tho maidcn'e nlouth, iu whom my trust is the But thy body and limbs are not preserved m& grentcst ãecurcly, N~Icvcr ret toward romnn witl~in]Ji13 bosom did When to the secular rcin the ghostlyhand makea CllenslL pretension." What ~ltaP:I\'~, laust bo trnc, and according to rcmon ; But thou didet smile at that, ,thou sensible vicar, X know it. and snidest : If for the InNt henow I must see her, yet once, and &Take but yow mat, and your body commit to mg once only, e'en as your spirit. Will 1 the opcn gam sf that blaik oye go to encoun- , Long o has thie handbeen trained to wield the reine ter. %ftly Though ._...~ .. - 362 POEMS OF GOETnE. WEM8 OF QOETHE. 963 No offence do you give, but with grateful feelinp I’ve . I have reatored, and, further, have asked from thorn listened. pod friende a bleseing. Speak it thenplainly ont; your morda can nevq conle, you must Bee them yourself, and ettaight from &right me, their handa receive me.” You would liko to engage me as maid to your father and mother, Glad wa~the youth to hear the willing maiden’s Ovcr yourwell-furnished housc entrusted with full decision, su ervision ; Doubting whcter he now should not own th0 truth And you !J elieve that in mo you wonld find a capahla fully to her ; maiden, But it appeared to him boat to leave hem still to her Well adapted for work, and not of a rough diepa f-y, sition. And to conduct her home, and there btwoo her Briefly your offer was made, -as brief shall be, too, afEection. my nnewor ; Ah I and he marked the gold ring, which the maiden Pos, I will p withyou, and follow where destiny wore on her finger, B;ad he let her atill speak on, whi!o he paid to her lo&~ . nm~..- Uere my duty is donc; the new-borninfant’s poor woda deep attention. mother “Let us nod hseten bmk,” she thus continued, I have restored to her own, and they dl rejoice in ‘6 the maidena their reaeue, Always fall into blame, who linger too long at the Most of them hcre already, the rest soon hoping to join them. ‘ AU of themthink, indeed, in a few short daya they 8hd baetcn . tobther, Back to their home; for 80 is the exileever sel& Inta the well; and sweet was th0 longing that. seized flattercil. on their bosoms. But with hopes light 88 thI dare’ not cheat my own bosom Silently, then,the msid, taking hold of both jugs by In these eorrowful days which still portend ¿laye of the handles, sorrow. Mounted win the step, while Hermann followd hie For the bands of tho world are loosened, and wht shall rebind them, But the most urgeat need, such ae that which o’er UE is hanging T even; If ìn the worthy man’s home I can gain my bread as And I muat not be servedby €he masterwho mon will servant, command me. Under the eye of his wife EO industrious, gladly I’ll hknot 80 S~I~OUSat me, m though my fortune wem do it; Shoe the wandering maidenhath still a repute that ia doubtful. Yea, I will go with you, so BOOU as th2 juga of the ntrangem mañding, - 364 . POEMS OF QOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETHE. 866 And they ' eagerly sprang to kiss their dearly-loved friendly, ' Asking for bread, and fruit, and far something ta drink, above all thinp- Then sho ]landed the water round, and of it the chil- dren Drank, and eo did the mothcr and daughters, and EO and wholosome. Both of tIlcktI;c!;l walked in, and soon in the other dircction, Leadiug a child ín each hand, the honored judp &O cntererl.~ ~..~~.._ Theso bad been hitherto ION, to the eyoa of their sob rowing mother, But by the worthy elder hd now in the crowd been dia6oPered j l... . . o S67 IC: WEM8 OF GOETHE. Both for thebaby's clothing here, and tho= viaads 80 Are with the nicest care by touching and bandling 81- weIcoIIlo, .. amincd ; Hither he comes to beg that in his bouse he may see While that human aid, which, if able and good, asveth me, all thinge, Acting as scrvantthere to his rich and excellent pa- .. But destroys and dcmolisllee all by ita ~ongintor- : ference, rents .. And 1 have not refused ; for a maiden must scwe in That men take to their house by chance and sccident . all coses, only, And to sit quiet at home andbe waited on Be And, when too late, repnt of an over-hasty arrange- would duem irkmmo. ment, Wherefore I follow him gladly; in sense the youth But you earn to know this ; for you llave chosen a seems not dcficicnt, Nor will his pnreuts h,- aa Befite their wedthy con- dition, '. Wherefore now, my dear friend, farewell ! and long may tho baby Live to dcligllt yo~mheart, who now in EUC~he al^ looks up to you. But whenever to your bosom he's pressed in theBe brìgl~t-coloredwrappers, Meartwhilemany came in,-near relatives of the good Oh, then tbink of the youth so kind, who with them ~noth~r,- supplied us, Britlgillg many R gift, and news of more suitable lodp bad will hcnccforth to UIC too, your kinsman, give in food and clothing, All hearfthe maiden's resolvc, and gm-o tllcir blesaing And do you, evccllent sir," (she turned to the judge to Hertnann, while thspaking,) With significant looks, and thought8 of peouliar UTake m tllanks for havlng so often been to me a meaning, fatL." For thc poor exiles there wore whieparing one to another : And rryon thnt shekneeled down to tho new-born in- N If of the nlaster a bridcgroom come, then, indeed, is fant's good mothcr, hc rcsoued." Kisscd the wceping woman, and took the bleeeiug she Thcn did IIermann take hold of her hand, and said to whispered, her qdckly Mwanwhile to Hermann said the judge most worthy 6' Let UE bcgone; the day is declining, the town ie far of honor: distant." U Well may'et thou claim, my friend, to be umbered Then, with liveliest talk, the women embraced with eeneible Isndlods, Dorothea ; Who with capable pereons are WX~OUEto manage their Hermann drew her away ; yet with many B kise WBB houachold, ehe greeted. For I bave marked full oft, that sheep, and horae6 and But dl the child9u still, with screams and terrible osth weeping, 368 i’ POE31S OF BOETLIE. WEM8 OF CIOETHBI. 869 While ‘nath the open sky the storm threatem mmy exiles, Tell me now, first of all, and teach me to know both your parents, Whom to sorve in futurewith all my soul I am anxiourr. For, if one knows bis master, he better 0811 give at& faction, When he tllinks of the thing8 whioh to him Beem of . grontost im ortanco, upon wlkh R is mind he seta with most earnest attention. t Wherefore tcll me, J pray, how to win your father snd mother.” Then replied thereto the good youth of clear nnder- standing ; 6‘ Oh, how right do I deem thee, thou good and excel- lent maiden, Asking firnt, aa thou hast, concerning the views of my parents ! For in my father’s eervice in vain till now have 1 &rivc.cn, niloto his business, 88 though ‘twero my own, my- self I devoted, Early and lato to tho field and the vineyard giving attention. . Hut m mother I pleaeed well enough, for ehe knew Kow to prize it.. I Ay, and thee, too, no less will ehe think the moat excellent maiden, ’ If thou take care of the house aa though here thine own to attend to. [:ut with my father not BO, for he love8 appearsnow likewise. Then the maiden said to thc friend n110 w,m gaiding her footstcps : i)o not take me, pod girl, for D son that is cold and ullfeelil~g, Rind 0110, whom first I’ve to thank for a plearrnllt :f so Boon i unveil my hthcr to thee, quite a portionaafe sheltcr, stranger. Nay, but I swear that tri ia the &st time such M eXp~iOll , .. . .’ ’ -- 2 _. .._. .... 870 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF QOETHE. 871 E’er hath escaped from my tongue, which is not gmn ’~USshe spake, and just then they arrived at the to prattling. foot of the pear-tree. Hut, hce t11011 (lost from my Lmsorn elicit each proof Glorious shone the moon, at her full, down on them of rcliance, from heaven ; Them are some graces in life for which my father ia &’or it w98 night, luld the 811n’E1REt gleam wa8 totdly anxioub - hidaen. Outward marks of love, (18 well as respect, which he Thus were spread out beforo them in maeees, the one wishes ; by the other, And he would be, perhaps, pleased withquite an Lights as bright as the day, and shades of the night inferior ucrvant, that are darkest. Who could make use of this, and would nngry be with And thnt friendly question wa8 heard with pleasure tl~cbetter.” LI Hermann Under tle noblc trec, in the spot EO dear to _his fancy, Chccrfully then she said, as along the darkening . And which that selfsame day had witneaeed Lie team pathway for the exile. Now with a quicker crtcp and lightcr maverneut sho l’lm while there benoath it they sat for a short time Ilarried, to rest them, “ Surclg to both at once I hop to givc mple con- Seizing the maiden’s hand, the enamored youth said tentment ; in answer : Sincc thy mother’s mind accords with my own dispe 6‘ Let thine own heart tell’ thee, and follow it freely in sition, all thing.” And to external graces from youth I llavc derb&n I Hut no further word did he risk, though the hoar 00 a stranger. I much favored ; Those Prcnch neighbors of ours, in fornier times, of For he fearcd that his haate might only bring a politenefis refusal. Ynde no littlc mcouut ; to tllc noble1uan and to tho Ah ! and he felt, too, the ring on her finger, -that burgher, tokcn EO painful. Ay, and the pensant, ‘twas common, and each to his Thus, then, sat they still aud in silenoe beside one own did commend it. another. And jmt PO among& UE, 0x1 the Gcrman side, e’en tho , But the maiden began, and said, “How sweet do children I I find it Brought \rith kissings of hand and courtseyimgw every Wutclhg theglorious light of the moon I The day ie morning wane brighter. Wishes of joy to their parents, and all tho day loug Youder I clearly Bee in-thetown $he houses and home- would repeat tl~cm. steads, All which I then did lcarn, to which from my youth I And in the gable or window methinke the pme~I c~ll I’m accustomed, number.” And which comes from my heart, to my elder master I’ll practice. (6 What thou ECCE^," then replied the youth, reetrain- Rut now who shall tell me to thee what should be my I ing hhfeelings, behavior, - SIS the plaoe where we dwell, and down to whioh I Thee, their only son, and to me in future a mastcr?” ‘I led thee; I ... ‘C 572 POEMS OF GOE3pE. And thnt window there in the roof belongs to mg elmmbar, ho stood-there Which will, perhr S, now he thine, for eome change St8tu R Inarblt! slatuc, hia carneet wishes restraining, wo sl1all ma c in tho household. Still not premeing her clos01; and still her dear weight These are our fields,E now ripe for the harvest begin- supporting. ning to-morrow. Thus, thon, ho felt thnt glorious burden -tho warmth Here in the sl~nclesill KC rcet, ut1 enjoy our med in of her young heart, the noon-t.ide; And the balm of her breath, on hie lipa exhsling its But let 11s 11ow go clown, procceding through vine frgrmco, yard 2nd garden ; And with the feeling of man bore woman’s heroicaì For see yonder I th storm is coming on llearilp deL. greatness. 118, Flasl~inglightningy and soon will extinguish the full But ehe conceded her pain, and said in jocular mom so Iovoly.” mP#P; U That betokens trouble, -so ssp all scrupulous people, - So thsy mom, nnd pureucd tlwir way o’cr th fjdds When, on ontering a that lay under, house, not farfrom the threehold Through themqpificcnt corny in tho night’s clcar a foot twist. Truly, I well could have wished for myeelf a happier splendor rejoicing, l ! omen. Tillto the vineyard nextthey osme, and entcrcd it6 .. darknem But- .~ let us wait a short time, that thou be not blamed by thy parenta flor th0 poor limping maid, and be thought an inaom- And down ita many slabs he thus fain to conduct i Petent landlord.” her, - PEOBPECT. Which were laid there nnhewn, 88 step in the leaf. I coveren pathway. Muaea, ye who the heart’s true love mo gladly have Slowlyshorddcrs, walked she down, now resting herhands on his Í favored, Who thus far on him way the excellent youth bave While with wavering hlstrc thc rnoon throrghthe conducted, lcnves ovcrlookccl tllcn~, And to his horn have preeeed hie maiden before the Till, in ston~~-clo~d~concealed, it loft tho couiple in betrothal, darkne~~. Help still further to perfect the tie of the love-worthy Carefully the tho strong youth the dependent l’ couplc, maidcn sapprted ; Parting atonce the clouds whioh over their happineae But not knowing tho path, and unused to the rough stonee along it, But, besther re all,I relata what within the home ie now Miseing her step, she twistad her foot, and well-nigh 1 PWaing. llnd fallen. IIaetily then stretching out hie arm, the youth, quick There for the thirdtime abefdy the imptiat and clever, mother returning Held his beloved one up, when she gently sank on hm Entered the men’s room, which first ehe had left with Bhoulacr, anxiety, epeaking . -- ‘L 974 POEMS OF GOETIIE. , POEMIS OF GOEm 876 Of thc approaching etorm, and the moon’s quick vei€ Quite too foolish a part, by the arm he quietly took ing irr darkness ; me, Then of her RO~Ercmnining abroad, and tho drngcrs Leading me up to the window, with WO~Eof dubious of night-time, PurPo% While ehc wo11 chidcd the friende, mho, without a c Suest thou, closed for the day, the carpenter’s work- word to the mnidcn, . shop o’er onder? Wooing her in hie behalf, from the youth EO quickly It will be opencdtwrwrmtv, and plye and MW will had parted, be busy ; cc Makc notthe evil wonle,” replicd the dispirited And so will PME the industrious honra from morning fathor, till evening, cc For WC oumelves, thou seest, tarry here, md abroad But bethink thee of this : the morrow will oue day be . do not venture.” coming, Whon the maater will stir him with all his workmen But theirnoigbbor began to E~C&as ho sat there80 about him, tranquil, Making --a coffin for theeto bequickly and deftly oom- (6 Truly in Iroum of disquiet, like thcee, I alwq’~fcol pleted ; gTrtcfal And over here all EO busy that house of Planke To my doparted fatlier, who rooted up dl my imp& will carry, ticnce, Which must at last receive the impatient alike and the While T wm yet a boy, and left not a fibre remaining ; patient, Ay, and not one of the sages EO quickly learnt to wait And a closeprossing roof very soon to bear ie Sp qniet.” pointed. cc Say,” replicd the vicar, cc what means the old man All straightway inmy mind I saw thae really happen, had reconree to ? ” Saw the planks joined together, the sable colore pm CCThat will I ldly tell you, sincc cach for himeelf paring, may wea mark it.” And once more sitting patient in quiet awaited the Anewerod tl~enthe neighbor. stood one Sunday carriage. impatient, Thug whenever I now see othera in doubtful expeot- When I was yet a boy, forthe carriage eagerly ance, waiting Awkwardly running about, I nee& mast think of the Which wae to take u0 out to the well ’neath the ehade coffin.” of tho lirnetrees. Still it came not, and I, like B weascl, ran Backward Smiling, the vicar replied: “The picture of death and forward, evër buay, Stepping up and down, and from window to door, Strikes not the wirre with fear, nor i0 viowed 88 BL~end without oeasin Oh, how my hands dii- tingle ! and how I wse scratch- ing the table, EtrUotbd, Tramping and stamping about, and rcady to buret into And for theother in EO~Wit strengthens the hope of CFYing I AU wm seen by thetranquil man ; but at length, when I acted L:..’ ’.: 876 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOE!I!HE. S77 Death to present as death to the eye of eensitive boyhood. Shall ehe remain ; nor can I any longer endure. to be Nay, rather ehow youth the worth of old age ripe in doubtful. honors, Haste, then, and ehow in this case tho wisdom for And to the old man ehow youth ; that EO the ne’er- which we revere thee?’ endinn circle Then the paetor at once went away, and retard to Both may eijo and life in life may be fally sacom- the party. phshed. ,P ’ But alred tho soul of the maiden was grievody trou&ed But now the door waa thrown open, and showed th0 . Throu h the fathcr’s addrese, who at once, with mapificent couple ; iindly intention, And astonlshment seized the friends and affectionate Words of sprightlypurport injoking manner had parents epoken : At the form of the bride, nearly equalling that of the ‘&Ay,thle is pleasant, my child ! I am glad to eee that bridegroom. my eon is Yea, the door seemed too small to allow the tall fignres Blessed with pod taste, like his sire, who (88 thoae of to enter, his day knew) did alwaye Which, 88 they came on together, were now sem Lead the finest girl tothe dance, and at length crosein the threshold.’ brought the finest Hermann witf hurried words presented her then to Into his house as his wife, -and that was my Hep his parents; mande dear mother. 6‘ Here,” he said, “is a maiden bronghtinto your For by the bride a man chooses it nods not long to house, my dear father, discover Just as you wished ; give her welcome, for that ehe What a spirit he’s of, and whether he feels his own deserves. And, dear mother, value. She hathalready inquired the whole extent of oar But you required, I suppose, bat a short time to form bueiness ; your oonolusion, So that you ECC how well henceforth she äeeervem to For, sure, it seems to me that he’s not such a haxd one bo near pou?’ to follow ?’ Hrretily then.aslde he drew the excellent vicar, Saying,-;; Most worthy sir, now help me in this my Hermann but slightly caught theee wordb, but hie dilemma limbe to the marrow Quickly, and looaen the knotewhose entanglement Quivcd, and all at once the whole circle wa8 hushed makes me quite ehadder, into silence. For I have not yet dared 88 my bride to eue for the maiden, But tho excellent maiden by words of such crad But as a servant she weens ehe is Oome to the home inockiug, and I trembla (As they appeared), being hurt and deeply wounded. Lest she refuee to stay, a~ 00011 es we think aboat mm- In spirit, ria Stood there,her cheeks toher neck sdused with But let it% quickly decided ;no longer in error quick-ayreading bluehcs, Yet her fedinge ehe aheokod, and her self-poeseseion =?@g, 878 POEMS OF WETHE. POEMS OF GOETBE 879 Though not entirely concealing her pain, thuR spnke u Surely, thou foreign maiden, thou didst not wisely ta tile old man : ooneider, Truly, for such a reception your aon quite fgled to When with all haate thou reaolvedet to be S servant Prepare me, to stranpa, Painting to me the waya of hia father, that excellent What is it to live with S maater, eubject to orders; burgher. For, but onoe strike .the hand, aud thy whole year’s And I am standing, I know, before you, the man of doom is decided, rdnement, ’ And the ea’ but once epoken to muoh enduranoe Who with judpent behaves to eaah onc, aa suits wiU%ind thee. their posltiona, Tdy, wearisome days are not the wow part of =mice, But for the poor girl, methinka, puhave not ardìcient Nor the bitter sweat of work everlastingly pmseing ; oompaasion, Sinoe the freeman, i€ active, will labor 88 hard an the Who has now crossed your threshold, and mmee pre- bondalave. ’ pared for TOU service ; But to endure the whims of the maater who blames Eke wth such bltter mocking yon surely would not without reaeon, have ‘shown me, Wanting now thii now that, with himself still ever How far my lot from your kn, and from yourdf is at diacord ; - now severed. and the pettbh mood the mietrew who Av,I- of Boon Poor, indeed, and with this small bundle I come to wageeanq , your dwelling, Joined to the ch%ren’e rough and holent waut of Which is furnished with all that marks a prosperous good manners ; owner ; Thia is hard to bear, and still be performing yourduty But I wellknow myeelf, and thoroughlyfeel my Undolaying and prompt, and without , any sullen objections. it Ftionmle to make meat once the butt of auch mocking Truly, thou seem’et not wehuited for thii, 8iUW the Is no W- As, on the very threshold, well-nigh hmyour house ’ pkes o€ the father drove me backward?” Worn thee eo deeply at onoe ; and yet there is nothing more common Much waa Hermann alarmed, and made ~ignsto his Than to te- a girl about hdinga youth to her hcy.” good friend the pastor, That he should interfere, and at once put an end to !l’hua he epake : but bie cutting word8 were felt by the error. the maidem, Quickly the prudent man stepped up, and aaw in the And ehe no longer drained, but her feeliigE diiplayed maiden themaelves etrongly, n, and pain subdued, and teare on her Caueing her boaom to hoave,while groaning8 buret silent :;=s. .. their way from it. ‘ Then hm soul urged him on, not at once to end the And with hot gushing tearaehe st ont% dadhim oonhsion, in auswer : But etill further to testthe a0ìicted heart, of the ”Oh! the wiae man ne’er knowe, when he Wuko in maiden : pain to advise UE, And upon that he addressed her with word0 of aearch- How little power his oold word0 can have to dm mg intention : our poor bogoms 880 PO1:IIR OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETIIIE. 281 From the WOCS which the hmd of imprions doom lap upon th en^. Flnttered mc with thc thought thnt I might pcrhaps Happy RI'U p, and glad ; and how should x joke then earn Iris dection, c'er wonntl you ? If I should some day provo a stay tho house oould Hut by the awl who is sick c'en tllc gentle touch is not dispense wlth. felt painful. Oh l but now forthe first timi I see therisk 1 No, 'twonld avail me nothing, c'cn though my disgdse mcountcred, hail succeeded. lvhen I dwell so near to an object of silent Let, then, at once bo seen, what lntcr haad deepened m sorrow, And hal bronght me, perhap, to miscry ailcntly- severed . wagting, From the youth who is rich, although dle were never Let me ngain bcgoonc I In the houac no more may I EO prudent, tarry. All this no\v have I told, that you may not my heart 1 will nwny, and go to seck my poor pcople in exile, rniai~~terpret. Who111 1 forsook in tllcir troublr,to clloowe for my IIurt &B it waa by a chance which hm brought me own profit OIJIY. bwk to my senses. This is my tim rcHolve; :md now I may dare to For, while my silent wishes were hid, 1 maet neede naknowlcdge I have expected That w11ich else in my heart fnll many a year had Thet I should next sce him bring hie bride to ber lain hiddon. hotne hcrc conducted, Yes, the father's .mocking hath deeply wounded me; And how then had I borne my unmen burden of not that EOWOW ? 'I am pecvish and (whichwould ill boome a I Happily have I been warned, and happily now from poor servant my bosom But that, in truth, my heart a strong inclina- Haa the secret escaped, while yet there were oarea for tion the evil. Tow'& the youth who today had appeared as my But I bave spoken enough. And now no more 0Wl saviour from evil. au ht keep me For when__ first- on the road he bad gone and left me, Here in tfl e house where I stand in shame alone and in his image anguish, Lingered still in my mind, and I thought of the I Freely confessing my love and the hope whioh sprang fortunate maiden, - from my folly, - Whom, perhaps, ;118 his bride in his heart ha already Not the night, far and wide in brooding clouds now might cherish. enveToped, And when I found him again at thewell, the sight of Nor the roaring thunder (I hear it) shall keep me him pleased me 1 Not at dl less than if I had men an angel from heaven ; And my consent waa EO glad, when he ded me to down Gith such fury, come W a servaut l Nor the whiatling- storm. Allthis ere now have 1 Yet my heart, it is true, on the way (I will frealy sdered confem it) fn our sorrowful flight, with the enemy dosely pm . .- ..-. __ .- .- POEMS OF GOETHE. 583 382 POEMS OF GOETHE. Rut his OOn held him back, and said with words of And I willnow go forth again, as I’ve hgbeen entreaty : accustomed, U Father, make not such haste,. nor be angry because Caught by the whirlwind of time, to part from dl I of the maiden. could cherish. ’ I alone have to bear the blame for all this confuaion, Fare ye well l I can stay no longer, but all b now Which our friend, by dissembling, made unexpectedly over.“ pater. ’ Speak, then, worthy sir, for to yon i0 the matter T~UEshe spoke, and again to tlle door was quickly confided. returnmg, Heap,not up trouble and grief, but rather bring Bu to Still keepin under her arm the little bundle brought pod IEEUe ; with %er. For, in truth,I might never in futureso highly respect But with both her ~lplsthe mother laid hold of the . ._. YOU, maiden, . If bct pleasnre in miachief you praotieed for glorioue Clinging round her waist, and oried in wondering wisdom.” amamment. Say, what mennest thou by this, and these team now Speaking then with a smile, the worthy vicar made shed to no purpose P , answer : will not permit thce, thou my son’s No, I - art own U Say, what cleverneae, then, could have won so fair a betrothed one.” confession But the father stood there displeased with what was From the good maiden hem, and her heart before UE before.him, uncovered P Eying the weeping women, and spoke with the words Has not thy EOITOW at once been turned into blies of vexation : and rejoicing P Thig then, befalls me at lamt, as the greatcst test of Wherefore but speak foryourself: what need of forbearnnce, a stranger’s explaining ? ” That at the clo~eof the day what is most unpleasant ’ fhrmann now coming forward with joyful words thus should happen ! addreseed her : For I find nothmg EO hard to bear the weeping of aa U not repent of thy tears, nor of pains fleeting women, Do so as these are, . And the paseionate scream, that with eager confusion For they but bring my joy, and thiue, too, I hope, to commences, perfection. Scena which a little good sense might soften down Not to hire as a servant the stranger, the excellent with more comfort. maiden, Irbome is it to me still to look on this wondrous be Came I up to the well; -I came thy deer love to 0110 ginning ; for. Ye must conclude it yourselves, for I to my bed am O but out on my bashful glance ! which thy heart% now going.” inclination Was not able to see, but saw in thine eye naught but And hequickly turned round, and hastened to go to the chamber, When in the ca m well’0 mirror thou gavest me there Where his marriage bed stood, and where he waa such kind greeting. still wont to rest him. . .. 884 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF CHIETHE. 886 Merely to bring thee home the half of my happinees (Not eo easily, though ; for the plump round finger u-ve ~- - me. And thou art now completing it quite ; my bleaaingbe on. ~~ thee._.~ - !~ ” children ; Then did the maiden look at the youth with deepeat Saying: ‘6 Once more let tho ring of gold diechare emotion, their glad office, And. refused not the embrace and kiss, - the crown of Closely securing a tie which exactly regombles the old rejoicing, . one. When they atlength - afford to lovers the long-wished- Deeply this youth is pierced throughand through assnrance with love of the maiden, Of their life’s future joy, which now seems of endless . And the maiden hath owned that the youth, too, hath duration. called forth her wishes. All n~eanwhileto the rest hadbeen explained by the Wherefore I here betroth you, and bless you forever vicar, heredter, But the maiden came with VOWE of hearty affection With your paronte’ consent, and with this truefriend Gracefully mrdc to the father; and kissing his hand, to bear witness.” though retracted, And tho neighbor at once bowed his head, with Said : U It is surely but right. that you pardon a poor surprised maiden, wishes for blessing. But when the reverend man the golden ring was now First for her tears of ..pain, and now for her tears of - - rejoicing. placing Oh I forgive me that feeling, forgive me thia present On the mai den'^ finger, he saw with amazement the one also ; other, Andlet me comprehend my happiness newly im- Which before, atthe well, had been viewed with parted. sorrow by Hermann : Yes, let the first annoyance which in my confueion.’ And he said thereupon with words of friendly jocoae I orused you . neBs : Be now nt once the last! That service of faithful “What ! for the second time art thou now betrothed P sffection May the first youth Which WBB your maid’s bounden duty, your daughter Not appear at the altar, with words forbidding the Ehdl equally render.” . marriago ! ” Hiding then his tears, the father quickly embraced But she maid in reply:“Oh, let me to this dear her ; . memento And the mother came up with kisses familiar and finsecrate one short moment ; for well did the pd h=fiy, man deservo it, Shakingher hand inher own, while the weeping Who, when departing, gavc it, and never came baok women were silent. for the nupticrls. Speedily then laid hold the good and intolligent All was foreecon by him at thetime when his longing vicar. . for freedom, Firat, of the father’s hand, and drew the wedding-ring And his desire to act in the menee of 8 nod off it exietence, .... . I S86 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETEI& 887 Urged him quiokly to Paris, where dungeon and death That thou with equal couragefor joy snd grief mayest he encountered. be ready, Should a newhome appear, and newconnections invite thee ; Now is c&&g at once, and all seems doomed to be Then enjoy thou with thanks whate’er by thy fate is severcd. provided : In the moet settled stata the -plimary laws are de- Love them well that love thee, and for kindnem show . parting ; thyself grateful ; Property is departing from even the oldest POE- Yet, e’en then set thy foot but lightly, where all is seeeor ; m chnnwful ; Friend is departing from friend, and love from love, For the rdou%led pain of new loes still near thee is in like manner. lurking. now leave thee here ; and where I may e’er again I . Holybe thatthy day! Yet eeteem not life of more find thee, value Who can tell P Perhaps thie may be our last conver- - Than aught else that ie good : and all that is pod ie sation. decoitful.’ Mm,it ie rightly said, on earth is only a stranger; Thus he spake, andbefore me the nobleone ne’er Mom R stranger than ever ha^ each mein these days ’ heen rendered. I AI1 meantimereappearèd.have I lost, and a thousandtimes Even our soil is ouw no longer; our treasures are thou ht of his warning ; wandering ; And now F think of hi word4 when EO splendidly Bold and eilver are melted from forms which time love ie preprrin bad made sacred. 1 ’ Joy for me here, and %isclosing mat glorious hop Al1 is mavin the world, long formed, for the future. would fheolvcaE thou$ ba Oh! forgive me,my excellentfriend, if I tremble Into chaoe and night, and be formed anow for the . while leaning futu1.c. E’en on thine arm I So deems the sailor, at length mou wilt for me keep thy heart; and if we meet safe1 landed, again hereafter, That the drm$ set baee of tho eolid ground ie sta Over the wreck of tho world, we both shall then be rocking. new creatures. new I Quite transformed dd he,and no longer dependent Thus ehe spoke, and placed the ringe, one ßlow to on fortune ; the other. For what fettcm. could bind the man who survived But the bridegroomsaid, with noble and manly euch an epoch P emotion : But if it is not to be, that happily freed from these I u All the firmer be, in this elmking of dl ‘thinp around, us, We sbouldaTm one day again with joy return to each Dorothcq this tie I Yes, we will continue etill holding, other : Firnlly holding ourselvesand the good things we have Oh, then, keep in thy thoughts my image still hovering in psession. before thee ; For in waveringtimes. the man whmeviews dk waver I i ._,, ...... - .... .- ..-- -. . -... _...... - :.. . . -oy . . I. .. - .’ .. .':. I POEME OF GOETHE. 389 888 POEMS OF GOETHE. Does but increaso the evil and spread it further and further ; While he who firmly stands to his views moves the WEST-EASTERN DIVBN. world to his wiehes. Who the mgwould M III becomes it the Germnn tho fear-iuspiring comm& Needs Illuat sealr the no"- Wbtbe minntrel umtenL tion Nedmuet thmjnntrelC M. Still to prolong, and still to bo staggering kitlm and . The poems compriscd inthii collection nm written in the Pminn thither. -le, and nre rrcatly dmircd hy OricntPl nchnlnrs, for tho truthful- 6 This is ouml' so let us sesert, andmaintain our nom with' which the Emtcrn npint of pocky in mprodueed by the ausertion I Western minstml. Thcy wme chicfipc~ponedbetween tho ! 1614 nnd 1819, and flrn iven to the wprlcl m the lntter pm. OE! Men of reeolute minds are still ever valued the highest, twclve books into Wh% thc m divmded, that of Sulnlkn will pd*c Who for God and the law, for parenta, for wives and bly be wnnidcrcd the best, &m the mnny dl11IovpmqfE which it contnine. The following in Heine's account of tho Dmm, and mny for children well nme m a nuMtute for anythingI could nny respecting it :- Battled, against the foe togetherstanding till van- 'I It conhins opinions end nontimenta on the E- expyyod in II amica of rich canta and nhnzas filIl of nwcctnecls nsd rpmt, and dl quiehed. this UI enchnuting UI II harememitti the mont dellcioun nnd ~BIV Thou art mine, and now what is mine ia more mine ' perfumen and blooming with exquini&ovcly nympha with eyebrow than ever. painted bhwk a piercing W those of the ontclope, armn whmte as Not with vexation of heart will I keep, and with sorrow nlnhaster, and %IC moat gneeful nnd pcrf&ly-fo~-mcd nhapecl, while the henrt of the derbe8b and grows fnint, UI did that of the happy enjoy it, GBRnrd Debamn, the clown, who, when on the highat et of hi But with courage and might. And should our foea hl& WBR cnuMcd to pccp into the SeTIioof Countunrino$--thrt =em conccalcd from the 111s o manYomctlmcll &o the threaten at preaent, dermny iumginc himself in olcntl ntmtchd on n cnrpet of Pemisn Or in future, equip me thyself, andhand me my +neen, luxu~ipunlymokiy the yedw toboof Turk- Ulronmh n long tubc ofpsnmine no amber. whilo 8 blnck nlnvc fnns him Wh n fnn of eaeock's fcnthern, and n little boy presents him with n cup of Kiowinp t at thou wilt attend to my houee, and' dee- p,noine bocha GoeLe hm put these enchnntingand volytoooa tionate parente, cuslbms into etry, and Imin vcmes nm no perf- no linmonIoun, EO twtcful, no EORthnt it necma redly surpnsiw thnt he nhould ever Oh ! I shall then 'gainst the foe stand with breaat of hnve hecn nble lo hnve brought thc Germnn fearlces aasurance, nupplenem. The chum of the book in incxpllcrr:?t :W:?;: noacpy scuthm the Wcst to the E&, compoacd of thc most pmro~w And if but each man thought as T think, then quickly and curious plnuta: red mes, hortenniw like the breunt of a nlpthm would stand up oni id en, purple digitdcslike the long flu of 8 man. tpntytimlly Might against might, and of pence wo alI should share formed rnnunculi, and in tho midst of filent and taakfdy con- waled, i tuft of German violets. Thin mega nigniflen thnt the Wcat the enjoyment." ia tired of thin ancl icyeold qiritr~$ity, dí ECC^ warmth in the rtrnug nnd hcnlthv boaom of the E&. T~undntionnmi here given of u nvds of sixty of the bent poema embn~et~in the Bmn, the nuder in the 4nn1~eeeding twa hudmd. POEM8 OF GOETHE. I POE168 OF WETHE. 801 .. DISCORD. I. MORGAIWI NAMEH. WHENby tbe brook his strain Cupid is fluting, BOOK OF THE XINETEEL. .. I And on the neighboring plsin TALISMANS. 1 Mavors diaputing, There turns the earere long, &D ia of the eaat poseeseed, hvin and tender, (Tod ia ruler of the west; Yetsoon to t muetf e noise surrender. the song North and south die, each land Reets within His gentlehand. I Lond then the flutenotes glad Sound 'mid war's thunder; If I pow raving mad, HE,the only righteous one, Ie it a wonder ? Wills that ri ht to each be done. Flutes sing andtrumpets bray, 'Monpt His7 Iundred titles, then, Waxing yet stronger; Highest praised be this !- Amen. If,then, my menses stray, Wonder no longer. EBB~Beceketh to deceive me, -c- Thou art able to retrieve me ; Both in action and in song SONG AND STRUCTm Keep my coume from going wrong. LET the Greek his plastic ola) . - Mould in human fashion, . While his own creation may TEIE FOUR FAVOR& Wake hi glowing passion ; TEATArabs through the realms of space May wander on, light-hearted, But it is our joy to court Great Allah hath, to all their race, l Great Euphrates' torrent, Four favors meet imparted. Here and +ere at will to sport In the watery cunwnt. The turban first -that ornament All regal crowns excelling ; Quenched I thue my spirit's flame, A li ht and ever-shifting tent, Songa had soon resounded; &erein to make our dwelling; Water drawn b bards whose fame Pure is, may g e rounded.* sword, which, more than rocks and walb A + Thir dental ballet in the m of the pure to rnll-u -t& into Doth shield us, brightly listening; A aong that profits and ent Irala, ~fl%:m-&z~%~%l~~?-~~ For whioh the maide areY liitening. 399 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEME OF GOET=. 893 Tow'd thee, songs, light, gracefd, free, II. HAFIS NAMEH. Mount with cooling ph; Then their glow consumeth me, BOOK OF HAm0. AElike fire they rush. Spkit let us brid Pet a thought with eastss And the Wonl%?!~~' Known this .wedding ie to all Who have Hafle tried. THE UNLIMITED. --c THATthou canst never end, doth make thee great, . III. US- NAlKEH. And that thou ne'er beginnest, is thy fate. Thy song is cllangeful as yon starry frame, BOOK OP LOVE. End and beginning evermore the wune ; THE TYpE8. And what the middle bringet}), but contains LIBT, and in memory bear What was at first, and what at last remains. These six fond loving pair, Thou art of joy the true and millstrcl-aource, Love, when aroused, kept true From thee pours wave on wave with ceaseless force. Ruetan and Rodawu f A mouth that's aye prepared to kiss, Strm ra ap roaoh from far A breast whence flows a loving song, I m umf fand JLeh; A throat that finde no draught amiss, Love, void of hope, is in An open heart that knows no wrong. Forhad and Schirid. And what though all the world should sink I Born for each other are Medsohun and Leila ; Hah, with thee, alone with thee ' Will I contend f joy, misery, . Loving, thoug4 old and gray, The portion of us twain ehaU be ; Dsche~nilsaw Boteinah. Like thee to love, like thee to drink, - Love's sweet caprice anon, This be my pride, -this, life to me f Brown maid and Solomon ! If thou dost mark them well, Now, Song, with thine own fire bo sung, - Sthuger thy love will swell. For thou art older, thou morc young f --c -' PAIR MORE. !' ONE TO HAFIS. LOVEis, indeed, a glorious prize ! HAFIB,strai ht to equal thee, What fairer guerdon meets our eyes P- One wpoul i! strive ln vain ; Though neither wealth. nor power aro thine, Though a nhip with rnajcsty A very hero thou dost shine. Cleaves the foaming main, As of the ropllet they will tell, Feels its sails swell haughtily Wamik a $ Asra's tale a~ well.- As it onward hies ; They'll not of them, -they'll but give Crushed by ocean's atcnl decree, Thew name4 which now are all that live. Wrecked it straigl~t\raylies. +mcjuewldsheb ', i POEU METFIE. 895 3g4 PO- OF .. OF The deeds they did, the toils they roved ,. SULEIKA (#peak#). No mortal knows ! But that they yoved This know we. Here's the story true %E mifior tells me I am fair l Of Wamik and of Asrq'too. Thou asyeet, to grow old my fate will be. Naught in God's presence changeth e'er, -- --e 't Love Him, for this one moment, then, in me. LOVE'Stormenta sought aplace of rest, . -c Where all mi ht drear and lonely be ; They found ere7 ong my desert bread, V. BENDSCH NAMEB. And nestled in its vacancy. . BOOK OB GLOOM. --c I IT ie B fault oneself to praise, And yet 'tie done by each whose 'deeds m kinds IV. TFZKIR NAMEH. And if there's no deceit in what he asp, BOOK OB CONTEMPLATIOX. The good we still 88 good shall find. FIVE THING& Let, then, ye foola, that man taete WHATmakes time shortto me P Of 'op, who fancies that he's wiee ; Activity I That ¡!e, a fool Iike you may wmte What makes it long and spiritlees P The insipid thnnke the world supplice. 'Tis idlenessI What brings us to debt? To delay and forget I VI. m NAMEH. What makes us succeed P BOOK OB PBOVEBBB. Decision with speed I ' CAI&on the preaemt day and night for naught, How to fame to amend? Save what by yeeterday WBB brought. Oneself to defend I TEIE sea is flowing ever, FOBwoman due allowance makeI The land retains It never. Formed of a crooked rib WBB ahe. - By Heaven ahe could not straightened be. BE stirring, mau, while yet the day is clear; Attempt to bend her, and she'll break; The night when none can work fat draweth near. * If left alone, more crooked grows madam ; What well couldbe worse, my good friend Adam P- WHEWthe heavy-laden sigh, For woman due allowance make; Deeming he1 and hope gone b 'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break I Oft with heakg power is hear$ I Comfort-fraught, a kindly word. MRDUSI (speak#). How vaet ie mine inheritance, how gloriona end nub O WOBLD, with what bhaenees and guilt thou art rife I lie! Thou nurturest, trainest, and killest the while. For time mine own poeeeseion is, the land I till is time? He on1 whom Allah doth bless with his smile ~ThlrnMmpbtb&lronutht~tora~odltlwd~ In trained and is nurtured with richea and life. m&&?. 398 POEMS OF WETEE. .;, I POEMS OF QOETHE. 397 ENWERIsaith. -ne’er lived a mau more true : The deepeat ieart, the highest head, he knew,‘- MOTLEYthis congregation is, for, lo 1 the oommnaion kneel both Lriend and foe. U In every place and time thou’lt find availin At uprightness, judgment,kindliness unfailing. ,F b the country Pm to show, Thou must on the housetop TIIOUGHthe bards whom the Orient sun hath blessed t go. Are greater thanwe who dwell in the west, Yct lu hatred of those whom our e Uals we find, A MAN with households twain l‘n thiu we’re not in the least behin 8. Ne’er finds attention meet ; A house wherein two women reign .I IE ne’er kept clean and neat. WOULDwe let our envy burst, Feed ita hunger fully first 1 To keep our proper place, BLESS,thou dread Creator, We’ll show our bristles more ; Bless this humble fane; With hawks ineu a.11 thiuge chase Man may build them NW,- Except the eavagc boar. More they’ll not contain. I hTthis house’s ghrp ri80, BY those who thcmse~vcsmoro bravely have fought Handed to far ages down, A hero’s praise will bc joyfully told. Adthe son his honor prim, Tho worth of mm can only be taught kh the father his renown. By thoso who haw snffercd both host and cold. I O’EB the Mediterranean sea U WHEBEFOEEis truth EO far from our eyes, Proudly hath theOrient sprung; Buried as though i11 a distant land ’? Who love8 Hafis and knows him, he None at tho proper nlomeut are wbc ! &OWE what Calderon hath EUII~. Could the properly understand, Truth won1J appear in her own sweet guise, IF the BBE that bore the Saviour Beauteous, gcntle, and close at hand. Were to Meooa driven, he Would not alter, but would be !- Still an ME in his behavior. WHYthese inydrics make, Where chantymay flow ? !hm flood of pasaion storms with fruitless etrife Caat in thc flood th cake, - ’Gainst the unvanquished solid land - Its eater, who wdknow P It throws poetiß pearls upon the strand, And thus is gained the prim of life. ONCEwhen I a spider had killed, Then methought : wrs’t right or wron P WHENEO many minstrels there are, That we both to these times should bof ong, How it pains me, alas, to know it l This had God in IIis goodness willed. Who from the earth drives poetry far? Who but the poet l . POEM0 OF GOETHE. 399 398 POXW OF GOETIIE. TO SULEIKA. FITTING perfumea to prepare, VII. TIMUR NAMEH. And to raise thy ra ture high, BOOK OF Muet a thoueand'roaet ude fair, TIMUE. I Firet in fiery tormente die. THE WINTEB AND !CI"B One emall flask's oontente to glean, So the winter now cloeed round them Whom eweet fragrance aye may live, ' With reaiatleee fury. Scattering . Slender m thy finger e'en, Over all hie breath eo icy, 1 Must a world ita treaaurea give ; He inflamed oschwind that bloweth To aaeail them angrily. Yea, a world where life is moving Over them he gave dominion Which, with impulse full and etrong, To hi froet-ensharpened tempeete; Could forebode the Bulbul's loving, Down to Timur'e council went he, Sweet, and epirit-atirring aong. And with threatening voice addressed him " Softly, slowly, wretched being ! Sinoe they thue have ewelled our joy, Live, the tyrant of injustice ; l Should edoh tormente grieve us, them t But ellall hearts be.ecorched much longer Does not Timur'e rule deetroy B thy flamea, -coneume before them P - My~iadeoule of living mon P damongat the evil e iite Thou art one, - g! Sm another. Thou a ayberart-eo lam; I Land an7 men we make to atBen. VIII. SULEIKA NAMEH. ! Thou art Mara And I Saturnue, - , BOOK OF BULEIKA. Bot11 are evil-working planeta, When united, horror-fraught. Onœ, md%ht, in the night how cold, Thou doet kill the eod, thou freezeet Thst Ittaw emoonhm deep; But aa mon M I dened, dold E'en the atmoephere ; still colder ~nawarearow the ßun from the deep Ie my breath than thine WBB ever, Thy wild armiee vex the faithful !C'E¿T Suleika'e love waa 80 etrong Wlth a thousand varying tormenteI For Juesuf, need cause no surprise ; Well I God grant that I diecover He WBB oun ,youth leaseth the eye&- Even worae, before I perish I Hewaa %ir, sepBay, kyond measure, And, by Cmd, I'll give thee none. Faii waa ehe, and 80 patwaa their pleasure. I Let God hear what now I tell thee !. ' But that thou, who awa~tedstme long, Pee, by God I from Death's cold clutches Youthful lances of fire doet throw me, Naught, O graybeard, shdl protect thee, Soon will&ese me, thy love now dost ehow me, Not tho hearth E broad cod-fire'e ardor, Tlì8 ehall my joyoue numbere proclaim, Not Decernber'e brighteat flame." Thee I forever Suleika &all name. I l I 400 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEMS OF GOETHE. 441 HA!rEM. - mm. NOToccaaion m& the thief ; O BAY, ‘neath what celestial eig. she’s the greatest of the whole ; I The day dothlie, For Love’s relics, to my grief, when ne’er again this heart of mine From my sohing heart hestole. Away will fly? And e’en though fled (what thought divine I) She hath @ven it to thee, - Would near melie ?- All the JOY my life had known, On the soft couch, on whose sweet shrine So that, in my poverty, My heart near hem will lie I Lifo I seek from thee alone. Yet compassion ffeets me straight i. HAmnIf. In the lustre o thine eye, H~LDme, locks, securely caught And I bless my new-born fate, In thecircle of her face ! AEwithin thine arms I lie. Dear brown serpenta, I have naught ----c 1 To repay this act of pace. SULEIKA. Save a heart whose love nc’er dies, ’ Throbbing with aye-youthful glow ; Tm sun appears ! A glorious sight ! For a raging Etna lles The crescent-moon cling round him now. Neath its veil of mist and snow. What could this wondrona air unite ? I How to explain ohis ridd Pe ? Dow ? Yonder mountaids stately brow Thou, like morning beams, dost shame; IIATKY. I Once again feels Hatem now May this our joy’s forcboiler prove ! Spring’s soft breath and summer’s flame. In it I vicw lnyself and thee ; i i One more bumper ! Fill the glass ; Thou callest me thy sun, my love,- This last cup pledgc to thee ! Come, wcet moon, cling thou round me ! I - my I By mine ashes if she pass, ‘6 He consumed,” she’ll say, &‘forme?’ LOVEfor love, and moments sweet, Lips returning kiss for kisa, THE LOVING SPEAKS. Word for word, and eyes that meet ; ONE Breath for breath, and bliss for blise. AND wherefore acnds not i Thus at eve, and thus the morrow! The horseman captain Yet thou feclest, a.t my lay, His heralds hither Evor some half-hidden sorrow ; Each day, unfailingP Could 1 Juesufs paces borrow, Pet hathrhe horses, All thy beauty I’d repay I He writeth well. POEMS OF GOETHE. PO- OF GOE!l’HE. He writeth Ta& And Neski knowshe To write with beauty Suf;EIKb. On eilken tableta. WHATia by thie atir revealed P Pd deem him reeent, , Dotb theEast glad tidin bring ? Had I his WOA. For my heart’s deep wounfam healed By hu mild and cooling wing. - The sick one wild not,- . Will not recover He the dust with sporte doth meet, From her sweet sorrow; And in gentle cloudlets chase; She when she hed To the vinsleaf‘e safe retreat That her true lover Drives the insecte’ happy race, &owe well, falls sick. Cools them burnin cheeks of mine, the sun’s Seme glow em~in, THE LOVING AGAIN. ]Tiesea, aa he flies, the vine, ONE Flaunting over hill and plain. WRITEBhe in Neski, Faithfully speaks he ; Writes he in Talik. JO to give seeks he ; d.ntes he in either, hod! - for he loves! Thus omst thou still onward go, Servin friend and mourner, too I There, W ere lofty ram arta glow, THEBE !&ed branches fair B Obaerve, my loved one, well! Soon the loved oneBK all I view. And Bee the fruih they bear Ah, what makes the heart’s truth know,- In green and prickly shell. Love’s sweet breath,-a new-born life,- The ve hung rolled up, till now, Learn I from hW mouth alone, dconsciously ma still ; In Aia breath alone is rife ! A loosely-waving bough Doth rock them at ita will. THE SUBLTME TPPE. Pet, ri enin from within, The PBorne brown swellsfast; TH& sun, whom Qrecians Helioscall, It soeka the aù to win, Hin heavenly path with pride doth tread, It seeks the sun at last. And, to subdue the world’s wild all, Looh round, beneath him, high o’erhead. With ja it bursts its thrall, The ai oll must needs ‘ve way; He oeea the fairest pddeaa pine, ’Tia thus my numbera f 8 Heaven’s child, the daughter of the 0loudt1,- Before thy feet, eaoh day. For her alone he seems to shine ; In trembling grief his form he shrouds. \ L...... -. . .-. ..__-.. ._. -...... _... 404 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEME OF QOE!CHE Careless for all the realms of blies, - Her streaming tears more swiftly flow : . THE REUNION. pearl he gives a kiss, Cmit be ! of atara the star, ForAnd OveK c angeth into joy her woe. Do I preaa thee to my heart? She gazeth upward fixedly, In the n1 ht of distance far, And deeply feels hiß plance of might, What f eep gulf, what bitter mmartI While, stamped with his own effigy, Yes, 'tis thou, indeed et,last, Each pearl would range itself might. Of my 'op the partner dear l ' Mindful, t!Il ough, of sorrow^ pset, Thus wreathed with bows, with hues thne graced, I the preeent needs muet fear. With gladness beams her face so fair, While he, to meet her, maketh hastc, When the still nnfaehioned earth And yet, alaa I can reach her ne'er. 1 Lay on Gd's eternal breast, He ordained ita hour of birth. So, by the harah decrce of Fate, Thou movest from me, dearest one ; With creative 'oy possesßed. And were I Helios eh, the Great, Then a heavy si aroee, When He spaB 0 the sentence :- tLBe 1 What would avail his chariot throne P And the All, with mighty throea, --c Bunet into reality. SULEIKA. ZEPITYR,for thy humid wing, And when thus WBB born the light, Oh, how much I envy thee ! Darkneas near it feared to atay, Thou to Aim cariet tidings brin Atd the elements with might How our partingsaddens me.-7 Fled on ever side away ; Each on some rardistant traoe, In my breaet, a yearning still Each with visions wild em loyed, As thy pinions wave, appeare: . Numb, in boundlem realm o space, Flowers and eyes, and wood, and hill Harmony and feelingvoid.P At thybreath are steeped in team. Yet th mild win$ gives relief, Dumb waa all, all still and dead, SootK es the achm eyelid's pain ; For thefirst time, Qod alone ! Ah, I else had died 7or grief, Then EIe formed the morning-recl, Him ne'er hoped to see again. Which soon made ita kindneas known: It unravelled from the waate, To my love, then, quick repair, Bright and glowin harmony, Whisper softly to his heart; And once moro with 7ove waa graoed Yet, to give him crin, beware, What contended formerly. Nor my bosom Ps panp impart. Tell him, but in accents coy, And with earnest, noble strife, That his love must be my life ; Each it0 own eculinr sought ; BotA, with feelings fraughtwith joy, . Back to full, unE ounded life, . In his presence will be rife. Sight and feeling BOOD were brought .. ..-- . __ . .-. -. . . 406 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEME OF GOETHE. 407 Wherefore, if ‘tis done, explore When SPRIMIS the water-column, risin proud, Eif why give the manner, neme? All-aportive one, how gladly know f thee ; Allah need create no more, When, e’en in forming, is transformed the cloud, We his world ourselves cm frame. All-figurnhanging one, there know I thee. So, with morning pinions bri ht, - Veiled in the rneadow-oarpet’a flowery charme, To th mouth wa~I impe lf ed ; Allchequered starr fam one, know I thee ; Stampei with thousand seals b night, And if a plant extenlits thousand mus, Sm-clear is the bond fast heTd. O, all-embracing one, there know I thee. Paragons on earth are we ’ Both of grief and joy sublime, When on the mount is kindled mom’s sweet light, And a second sentence :- ‘6 Be I ” Straightway, all-gladdening one, salute I thee, Parts us not a second time. The arch of heaven o’er head POWE pure md bright, - --c All-heart-expmding one, then breatho I thee. SULEIKA. That which my inward, outward sense proclaime, WITH.what inward joy, sweet lay, Thou dl-instructin one, I know through thee; . I thy meaning have descried 1 And if I utter Allah kE hundrcd nameq Loving1 thou seemest to say A name with each ono eohoes, meant for thee. That i’m evcr by his side ; That he ever think8 of me, That he to theabsent gives SAKI NBMEH. his love’s sweet ecstasy, IX. While for him alone she livee. TEE C0IWnTA.L BOOK. Yes, the mirror which reveals Cmthe Koran from eternitybe4 . Thce, my loved one, is my bremt ; ’Tis worth not a thought! This the bosom, where thy seals Can the Koran a creation, then, be 4 Endless kisses hrrvc impressed. Of that, I know naught ! Numbera SWCO~,llnalllied truth, Yet that thebook of all books it mast be, Chain me down in syrnyath ! I believe as a Mussnlman ought. Love’s embodied radiant youti, That from eternity wine, though, muet be, In the garb of Poesy! I ever have thou ht ; That ’twaa ordaine!, 0rc the angeln, to be, h thousand formH mayst thou attempt snrpriee, AE a truth may be taught. Yet, all-belovdrl one, strnight know I thee ; Drinkera, however them mattere may be, Thou mayst with magic veils thy face dis ui- fheon God’s face, fearing naught. And yet, all-prcsent onc, straight know? thee. Upon the cypress’ purest, youthful bnd, YB’W often, for our drunkennem, All-beauteousgowing one, straight know 1thee; Blamed UE in every way, In thecanal’s unsullied, living flood, And, in abase of drunkennem, All-captivating one, well know I thee. Enough can never say. 408 POEMS OF COETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. 400 Men, overcome by drunkenness, IN the Koran with strange del’ ht Are wont to lie till dn A peacock’s feather mct m T &t : And yetI find my drunE; enness Thou’rt welcome in this ho y phce, All night-time make me stray ; The hi he& prize on earth’s wide faoe 1 For, oh ! ’tis Love’s sweet drunkenness As’m tfi e stare of heaven, in thce, That nmketh n~cits prey, God’s greatness in the smdwe Me: Which, night .and day, and day and night, For hz whose pwhole worlds hath blesaed My heart must nccds obey,- Hia eye hath evcn herb impressed, A heart that in its drunkenness, And the light down in beauty dressed, Pours forth full many R hy, So that e’en monnrchn cannot hope so that no trifling drunkenness Can dare assert its may. Love, song, and wine% sweet drunkennesg By night-time and by day, - IIow god-like is thc dr~~nkcwncss That makkcth UIC its prey ! ALL kinds of men, both small and great, A finespun web delight to create, And in the middle they take theirplace, ----t And wield their scissors with Ivondrous graoe. But if a besom should sweep that way : MATITAL NAMEH. X. 6‘ What a most shameful thing,” they say, - 6‘ They’ve cruhcd a mighty palme. today.” IT IS Goon. h Pardisc whilc moonbcnms plnyed, Jchoval~found, in Rlulnber deep, Adam fast smk ; ITc gently laid Evc near him, --hc, too, fell asleep. There lay they now, on earth’s fair shrine, God’s two most bcautcous thou llts divine.- Whcn this Ho saw, He cried : ’%is good ! And scarce c0111cl move from whero Ho stood. Nowonder, thnt our joy’s complctc While eye and eye responsive meet, ’ Whcn this blest thought of rapture moves m- That wc’ro with Him n110 trdy loves UE, And if IIe cries :- Good, let It be I , ’Tis 80 for both, it seelnR to me. Thon’rt claspcil witl~inthese arms of. mine, Dearest of all &d’e thooughte divine I POEM8 OF GOETHE. 411 PIO WEME OF GOETBE. To the living one, commit the dead, O’er the beast let earth and duet be spread, XI. PBBs1 NAMEH. And, so far m ‘may extend your might, What ye deem impure, oonceal from sight. , BOOK OF TEE PARSEES. Till your plains to greoeful purity, mm BEQUEST OF THE MCWT PERSU . That the sunwith JOY your labors see ; BBETHBEN,what bequest to you should oome When ye lant, your trees in rows contrive, From the lowly poor man, going home. For he maE em the regular to thrive. Whom e younger ones with patience tended, Whose aat days ye honored and defended P Even the hods that thro@h the chbanne1 ruah r Must not fail in fullnese or in gush ; When we oft have seen the monarch ride, And as Senderud, from mountain high, Gold upon him, gold on every side, Rim pure, in pureneas must it die. Jewels on him, on his courtiers dl, Tbickly strewed as hailstones when they fall, Not to weaken water’s gentle fall, Carefully cleanse out theohannels all ; Have ye e’er known envy at thesight P Salamander, snake, and rush, and reed, - And not felt your gaze beaome more bright, All destroy, -each monster and each weed. When the son WBB, on the wings of mornina;, Damawend’s numbered peaks adorning, If thus pure ye earth adwater keep, Through the air the sun will ladly peep, As he, bow-like, meP How each eye dwelt Where he, woithil enshrinefin space, On the glorious scene ! I felt, I felt, Worketh life, to degives holy Thousand times, as lie’s days fleeted by, graoe. Borne with him, the coming one, on high. Ye, by toil on toil eo sorely tried, God upon Hie throne then to roclaim, Comfort take, the All is puriíìed ; Him, the lifefount’s’ mighty l! ord, to name, And now W, aa priest, may boldly dam Worthily to hethat glonous sight, From the stone W’s imwto prepare. And to wand% on beneath His light. When the flame burns joyously and bright, When the fiery orb was all defined, Limbs are BU pl+ radiant is the night; There I stood, as thoueh in darkness, blind, On the heartiwhen fire with srdor glows. Beatmy breast, my quickened membere threw Ripe the sapof plants and creatures growe. On the earth, brow-foremost, at the view. ‘ng wood, with rapture be it done, Let this holy, great bequest reward. IE t e seed of man an earthly sun : Brother1 good-will and kind regard: Pluoking Pambeh, idly may ye say :- SOLEMN5um’s DAILY OBSEBVATION. - Tbie, as wick, the 8olywill convey. More than this, it needs no revelation. If ye meekl in each burnin lamp, If its gentle hands a new-born one See the nobk light’e resplen5 ent etamp, Move, then straightway turn it toward the sun,? Ne’er will Fa* prevent you, void of feeling, Soul and body dlp in bath of fire I At &d’e throne at morning tide hmkneeling, Then each morning'^ favor ‘twill scauire. . __ . .- ._. . ._ , . -...... - --- ‘---L-’-’JI.’ 413 POEMS OF GOETHE. 1 . FO~OF QOE!L!HE 413 signet, then, to an el8 and to men ; Now a balmy zephyr from the eyt the highest praise to sound, Brin the heavenly maidens to thy view; Ring in ring, united there is found, . With tr e eye thounow dost taste thefeast, Soon the sight pervadee thee through and throngn. From the shore of Senderud ascendeth, Up to Darnawond its pinions bendoth, I There they etand, to aak thee thy career ; As He dawns, with joy to greet Ris light, Mighty plans P or dangerous bloody rout P Yon with endless blessing to requite, Thou art a hero, know they, - for thou art hem, What a hero P -This they’ll fathom out. By thy wounde soon clearl this is shown, XII. CHULD NAMEH. I Wound0 that writ0 thy rame’s undying story; BOOK OF PAEADIBE. Wounds the truoboliever mark alone, When have perished joy and earthly glory. THE PRIVILEGED MAN. To ohiosks and arbors thou art brought,’ Filled with checkered marble columns bright ; To thenoble grape-j.uice, solacefraught, I They the guestmth kindly sips invite. Youth ! Thou’rt welcome moro than ever waa youth . All alike are radiant and serene ; When thou takeet one to thine heart with truth, Of the band she’ll be the €riend and queen. YAIIOYET (pecrks). So prepare thee for this lace of rest, LET the foeman sorrow o’er his dead, Never oan it now be c anged again ; Ne’er will they return again to light ; &ids like these will ever make thee blest, O’er our brethren let no tear be shed, Wines like theae will never harm thy brain. . For they dwell above yon spheres EO bright. .--t All the seven plmcts opon throw THE FAVOBED BEASTS. All their metal doors with mi l~tyshock, OF bemta there have been chosen €our And the forms of those we love3 below To oome to Paradise, At thegates of Eden boldly knock. And there with saints for evermore There they find, with blise, ne’er dreamed before, They dwell in happy wise. Glories that my flight firat showed to eye, , Amongst them all the AEEstands fist ; When the wondrous steed my person bore He oomes with joyous stride, In one second through the realms on high. ’ For to the Prophet-Cit e& Wisdom’s trees, in oypress-order growing, Did Jesuson him rid e. High uphold the golden apples sweet ; Hall timid next a Wolf doth creep, Trees of life, their spreading dlrdows throwing, To whom Mahomet spake :- Shade eaoh blossoming plant, em11 flowery seat. U S il not th0 oor man of his shee Xerid manv 8 thou mayest talce. P ._.._ ..- . t POEMS OF GOETHE. 416 414 mms OP GOETHE. And the mbqherd’s dog oame efter, And then the brave and faithful Hound, Though they strove to drive him fromthem, Who by hie master kept, Thruet himdf toward his meeter, And slept with him the slumbere Bound Licked their hands in dnmb entreaty, The Beven deepere slept. Tbet he might remain their fellow ; And lay down with them to sleep. Abuherrira’s Cat, too, here, Pnrra round his master blest, - But &e wrath of Cæsar kindled, For hol muet the beaat appear When he knew that they had left him ; The kphet hath careseed. All his former love departed, -c- Al1 his thought wee vengeance only. ! THE SEVEN SLEEPERS OF FIPBESUS. Out in quest he sent his people, Traced them to the monntam hollow. SIX oung menof Cæssr’s houeehold Not to fire nor sword he doomed them; Jbefore their maater’e anger ; But he bade great atones be lifted AE a god be claimed their worahip, To the entrance of the cavern ; Though a sorry god waa he. Saw it fastened up with mortar ; For an insect, ever buszing, And so left them ln their tomb. Still annoyed him at the banquet, I Still diaturbed hie rest and pleaam. But the youths lay calmly sleeping; All the chseing of his aervmts And the angel, their protector, Could not drive awa the torment. S ake before the throne of glory : Ever round the headbf Cæsar P have watched beside the sleepere, Did the angry creature hover, 1 Made them turn in slumber ever, Threatening with ite poiaoned sting That the damp of onder cavern, Still it %ew, and swiftly circling Should not cramp tK eir youthful limbe Made confusion at the table, And the rocks around I’ve opened, Meseen r of Baalzebub, . That the sun at rising, settin The in&al Lord of flies. May give freshnew to their cfeeh. So they lie in rest and quiet, Ha I ” -so spake the youths together In the bliss of happy dreams.” ‘4 He a God that ferrm an insect l So they lay; and etdl beside them, Can a God be thus molested P I Ddea a God, like wretched mortale, Lay the dog in peaceful slumber, Feset and revel at the banquet 4 Never whimpermg in his sleep. Nay ! to Him, the one, the only, Yeara came on and years departed ; Who the sun and moon created Till at last the young men wakened ; I Who hath made the star0 in glory. . And the wall, EO strongly feetend, I Shall we henceforthbend the knee I . Now had fallen into ruin, So they epake, ‘and left tha palace, Crumbled by the touch of ages. Left it in their trim apparel ; Then Iambhchu~the oungeet, By a shepherd led, they hastened .And the goodliest of ti em all, To a cave was in the mountain, Beeing that the shepherd trembled, And they dl went glidhg in. l 410 POEMS OF GOETHE. POEM8 OF GOETHE. P17 Said, I pray yon now, my brotherg And Iamblichus, the blooming, Let me go to seek provision ; Young in face, and form, and featare, I have gold, my life I'll venture, Stood an ancestor among them. Tarry tdl I brin ou bread." All bewildered heard he legends E hesue, that no e city, .Of his sonm and of his den, for man %ITa year, had yielded Fathers of the men beFons, ore him. To the faith o!the Redeemer, So amazed he ßtood and listened, Jesus. (Glory to his namol) Patriarch in his early manhood ; While the crowd around him gathere And he ran unto the city; Stalwart men, and mighty captains, At the gatewere many warders, I Him, the youngeat, to acknowledge Armed men tower and turret, on ' AH the founder of their race ! But he passed them all unchallenged ;. ,,. And one token with another . To thenearest baker's went he, Ib Made amUrance doubly certain ; And in haste demanded bread. None can doubt the wondroue story Of himself and of his comrades. " Ha ! young ropo," cxcldmed the baker, '6 Sure1 thou hallt found a treasure ; Short1 to the cavo returning, That ohpicce of gold betrap thee! King ant people all go with him, Give me, or I ~lhalldenounce thee, And thcy saw him enter in. Half the treasure thou hast found." But no more to king or people, . Did the Chosen reappear. And Iamblichue denied it ; For the Seven, who long had tarried But thc baker would not liston, ! Nay, but the were eight in numbcr, . Brawlingtill the watch came forward. ' For the faith u1 dog wa~with them - To the king they both were taken ; Thenceforth from the world %vere sundered. And the monarch, like the bakor, The most bleseed Angel Gabriel, But a higher right asserting, By the will of God Almighty, Claimed to share the treasure too. ' Walling up the cave for ever, Bllt nt last the wondrous story, Led them unto Paradise. Which the oung nm told the monarch, Proved itaeff by many tokens. Lord was he of that same palace, Whither he was brought for judgment For he showed to them a pillar, In the whioh a stone when loosened Led unto a treseure chamber, Heaped witb gold and costly jewels. Strmghtway carne in haste his kindred, All J& alan came thronging round him, Eager to advanco their claim ; Eaoh WBB nearer than the other. 418 POEMS OF GOETHE. 419 SONGS FWM VARIOUS PLAYS, ETC. n. FROM FAUST. PROLOGUE IN HEAVENa I. TE AECEANGEU’ SONG. DEDICA!L’IOIV. BAPEMCL. YE shadowy forms, again ye’re drawing near, T So wont of yore to meet my troubled THE sun atill chante, as in old time, Were it in vain to seek to keep you here $“I With brother-ahe he* in choral song, Loves still m heart that dream of olden dapP And witb hia thun&maroh sublime Oh, come, then.T and in prietine force appear, Moves hie redestined courae along. Parting the vapory mist that round me playa ! Strength fh t? the angele in hie sight, My boaom finds its youthful stren h again, Though he by none ma fathomed be; Feeling the magic breeze that marf s your train. Still glorious ie each wor of might Aa when firet formed in majeaty. Ye bring the forms of happ dnys of yore, Aad many a shadow loveJ attends you, too; GAEkTEL. Like some old lay, whom dream was well nigh o’er, And swift and swift, in wondmuapise, . Fimt love a peara again, and friendehip true; ’ Revolves the earth in splendor bright, U on life’s lat yrinthine path once more The radiant hues of Paradise $8 heard the sigh, and grief revivee mew; Alternating with deepest night. The friends are told, who, in their hour of ride, From out the gulf against the rock, Deceived by fortune, vanished from my m$ In B reading billows foams the ocean, - No longer do tbe hear my plaintive mng, And cP B and aea with mi hty shock, The souls to domI em in life’s young day ; The spheres whirlmun cß in endless motion Scattered forever now thy Briendly throng, MICHAEL. And mute, alee I each sweet responnive lay. M strains but to the osrelees crowd belong, And storms in emulation growl . heir smiles but sorrow to my heart oonve From land to Rea, from sea to land, And all who heard my numbem erst with gla?&aq And fashion, as they wildly bowl, living yet, roam o’er the earth in esdneee. A oirclig, wonder-workmg band. If Destructive flaÌues in mad career Lon buried yearnings in my breast arise, Precede th thunden on their way; gncalm edsolemn spirit-realm to gain; Pet, LO^, T& messen m revere Like the Æolian harp’s sweet melodies, The soft mutatione of Thy day. My murmuring song breathes forth ita ohmgeful THBIEE. I strain, 1 TEE A trembling mixes me, team fill mine eye& Btrength find the angels in Thy sight And softer wa my rugged heart amsin. Though none ma hope to fathom Thee ; All I possess ar distant Beems to be, Still gloriow are !dy worke of might, ’ ‘the vaniahed only seem reality. Aa when firat formedin majesty. l , ... ._ . - . l POEMS OF WE!l'HE. POEMS OF GOETHE. CHOBUB OF ANGELE. III. Christ is arisen, Death hath Heelain ; CHORUS OF ANGEL8. CnBIeT is arieen ! Mortal, all hail I Love to show, heed ye,- , Thou, of earth's prison Hungry O~CEfeed ye, - Dreary and frail, . Preaching, on speed ye,- ßurstmg the veil, Coming joys lead ye+- Proudly haat arieen I Then is the n%BB ter near, Then is He here ! ' CEIOBUB OF WOMEN. Rich spices nnd m,yrrh, ---c To embalm Him we brought; TV. His corpse to inter His true followers aought. CHORUS OF SPIRITS. In ure ccrcments shined, Vmen, dark cloudß on high, 'f'waa laced in the bier ; OiTepring of night ! But, daa.P we now find Let a more radiant beam That Christ is not here. Through tho blue ether gleam, Charming the sight 1 CHORUB 3F ABGELB. Would the dark cloude on Ki Christ is nriscn ! Melt into air! Spcecl~l~sIlis love, Stam glimmer tenderly, Who to earth's prison Planeta more fair Csnlc from above, Shedtheir soft liuht. . Trials to prove. S irits of heavenly girth, Now is He risen I direr than mns of earth, Quiv'ring emotions true CHOILUE OF YOUTHB. Hover above ; Death's gloom portal Yearning dectiong too, Now hath d rended, - In thew traiu move. Living, immortal, See hQw the spirit band, Heavenward ascended ; , By tho soft breezee fanned, Freed from His angnish, Coven thesmiling land, - Sees Hc God'e throne ; Covers the leafy grove, Westill muat languish, Where happy lovers rove, Earthbound, alone. Deep in a dream of love, Now that He's reft ug True love that. never dies! Heartrsad we inc ; Bowers on bowers rise, Wh hast 'I'hou~eftuq dstcr divine 4 .. .. _. ------...... ------I 433 POEME OF GOE-. Soft tendrils twine; While from the prees escapee, When gone is he, Born of the juioy Papen, The grave I 888 ; Foaming, the wine ; The world's wide all . And aa the current flowe h turned to gall. O'er the bright etones it - ' Leavin the hilly lands head Fer, far behind, - IEW erI-nigh orama; Into ,a ma expands, M feeblemind Lovin to wind L more amd. Round $e green mountain's h; heart.is d, And the glad-wingèd race, M peaoeoyer; Rapture sip in, I fin&i It never AB they the sunny yht, Andnevormore. . . And the fair islands righ% Hasten to win, For him from the window . That on the billows play - Alone I spy ; With sweet deceptive ray, For him alone Where in glua choral song From home go I. Shout the exulting throng; Where on the verdant plain Hia lofty ete , Dancers we' see, Hie noble Pom, Spreadinthemeelvee amain Hia mouth's sweet 8- Over ti? e lea. Hie glances warm, Some boldly olimbin are His voice eo fraueht O'er the steep bra& With magic blies, Others are floating far O'er the smooth lake. Hia hand's soft premare, All for a pur ow move, And, ah, hii km! All with 1'Y e teem, While the sweet star0 above Blieefully gleam. --c And nevermore. V. M bomn yearns UGARET SPlKNINGWHEEL, Gor his form so fair; AT HER Ab, could I clesp him MYheart ie sad, And hold him them! M paco is o'er; I fin it never My kisses sweet AndB nevermore. Should etop hia breath, And 'neath his kiems I'd sink in death! 424 POEMS OF QOETHll. POEMS OF GOETIiE. O, od1 it what thou wilt, VI. Call it joy ! heart I love ! God I BCENE.-A GABDEN. No name for it I know I 'Tia feeling all -naught elm ; *#a&. Pmb. Name is but sound and smoke, UBObBET. Obwuring beaven'e bright glow. doe^ thou believe in God P --t' VIE. FAUBT. Doth mortal live MARGARET'S PRAYER. Who ¿lares to say that he believes in QodP O THOU well-tried in grief, Go, bid the priest a truthful answer give, arant to th child rel~ef, Go, ask the wisest who on earth e'er trod, - And view witg mercy this unhappy one ! Their answer will a pear to be The sword within thy heart, Given alone in mool ery. , Speechleaa with bitter smart, YABQABET. Thou lookest up towards thy dying Son. Then thon dost not believe P This eayest thou P Thou lookest to God on high, FAUBT. And breatheat many a si h Sweet love, mistake not what I utter now! O'er his and thy diatresa, t%ou holy One I Who knows His name P Who e'& can know Wllo dares proclaim :- The depth of woe Him I believe ? . Pierçing my very bone P Who so can feel TIIOsomm that my bosom fill, His heart to steel Itm tremblinge, its ayeyearningwill, To aa : I believo Him not? Are known to thee, to thee alone ! The &l-Embracer, Wherever I may go, The AIl-Sustainer, With woe, with woe, with woe, Holds and sustains He not M bosom aad is aching ! Thee, me, himself P f acme donecan creep, Hang not theheavens their arch o'erhead P I weep, I weep, I weep, Lies not the earthbeneath us, firm P My very heart is breaking. Gleam not with kindl glances Eternal stars on high The flowere at my window Looks not mine eye deep into thineP My falling teara bedewed, And do not all thing8 When I, at dawn of morning, Crowd on thv hcad nnd heart, For thee theae flow'rets stred And round thee twine, in mystery eterne, When early to my chamber Invisible, yet visible ? The oheerful sunbeams stol& Fill, then, thy heart, however vaat, with this, I sat upon my pallet, . And when the feeling perfectetk thy bliss, In agony of eod ...... -... . ._ - ...... _-- .... 428 POEMS OF &ET-. Help I resone me from death and miwyI W verdant, billooka teem, Oh, thon wd-tried in grief, v%rJ nooka the bush- yield,. Grant to th child relief, And with waving, silvery gleam, And view witi mercy my deep agony ! Rocks the harvest in the field. Wouldst thou wish for wish obtain, Look upon yon glittering ray ! FROM FAUST- SECOND PART. Li htly on thee lies the chain, 8set the shell of alee away! I. Ta not, but be thou !old, -L. %en the many loiter still ; WEE; in spring the entle rain All with erne may te controlled Breath- into theP ower newbirth, By the man of daring will. When the green and hap y plain m. Smiles opon the sons oP earth, Hmte to 've whnt help we may, ' AmEL. Little e7 ves of wondrous might! &BK I the storm of boum dram netu, Whether good or evil they, Loudly to the spiritear Pity for them feels the sprite. Signs of coming da appear. Rocky qates are wi dly crashiig, Phœbns wheels arer onward dauhing; (A wonderidnoise proclalms the approach d the on) WREXthe moist and balm gale Round the verdant me J ow aigas, Lipht doth niightr munde beget ! O dora sweet Odora in misty veil Pealing loud aa rollmß thunder, li Eye and ear it fills wlthwonder, . At the twilight-hour arise. i' Though itself unconscious yet, Mnrmuringa soft of calm repoee 1' Rock the heart to childlike rest, I. Downward steale it, 'mon@ the flowem And the day's bright portale close b Seeking deeper, stiller bowers, On the eyes with toil oppressed. 'Mon t the foliage, neath the rock; j Thon' be deafened by the ehook f Night already reigns o'er all, Strangely 8t.m 1s linked tò star ; _. Planets mighty, B arklingasmall, ' FROM FAUST- SECOND PART. Glitter near m gleam afar. ! K BCENE THE LABT. Gleamin above clearer night, l Glitter in the glassy sea; MGEL8. Pled 'ng ure and calm delight, [Hovedugiuthehigberreglonsdrir,andbearlugthehunum RuTtg es e moonmajesty. in I1 tal part d Fsußt.1 Now each well-known hour ia over, THEs irit-region's noble limb JO and gmf have pawed away; i Hat! 'scaped the Archfiend's ower ; Feel Il etimea I thou'lt then recover: For we have strength to remue gim Trust the new-born eye of day. J Who labora every hoar. 420 POEM8 OF GOETHE. POEMS OF QOETHE. a8 I And if he feels witbin his brea From the Earth's burden free, A ray of love from heaven, i In a 614 company He's met b all the s uadron blest Drmking in joys, With wefcome gla81 y given. .. Born of the world above, Spring-time and bliss. TIIE YOUXQEB ANQEL0. May they forerunners prove Yonder rosea, from the holy id Of a more perfect love, Hands of penitents so lowly, . ! Linked on to this ! Hel d to render 118 victonoua, An (p"to do thedeed all~lorious; THE BEATIFIED CHILDEEN. For they gained us this soul-treaaure. 1 Thus aa a chryaalis Evil ones those roaea banished, Gladly we sin him, Devila, when we met them, vanished. And ty a plefge of blies S irita felt love's pangs with pleasure, Safe1 retain him ; &ere hell's torments used to dwell; When 6mthe shell he's free E'en the hoary king of hell Whereb he's tainted, Felt 8Jia1-p tomenta through him run, Perfect anI fair he'll be, Shout for joy ! the prize is won. Holy and sainted. t' THE +Om PIEWJWT ANGEL& DOCTOR MABUNU0 . Strains of mo~.tality (In the highent, pureat cell). Long have oppressed ua ; Wide is the prospect here, Pure could they ever be, Raieed is the soul ; If of asbestos. I Women on hivh ap If mighty spirit strength Seekin them goP Elements ever 'Mongat t%l em the radiant one, Knew how to aeize at length, Queen of the skies, Angels could never In her bright starry crown Linked twofold natures move, Greets my glad eyes. Where single-hearted ; (With sestasy.) By naught but dctrthless love Thou who art of earth th0 queeil, Can they be parted. l Let me, 'neath th0 blue Heavenly canopy sercnc THEYOUIVGEB ANGELB. Thy sweet mystery view ! See where a spiribrace Grant thegentlu solemn force Bursts on the ai ht ! . Which our breaat cm move, Dimly their formst tram And direct our onward coume Round the farheight. Towrrrd thy perfect love. Each cloud becometh clear, Dauntless let om cournge be, While the brighttroops appear At the bright bellest ; Of the bleat boya, Mild our ardor snddenly, When thou biddest u0 reet. i POEMS OF GOETHE. 481 450 POEMS. OF GOETHE. MUIJEE SAXAEITANA(St. John iv.). , ype of holineaa, .VTother,t honorcrowned, By thewell where Abram erst Thou whom we as queen codem, Drove hie flook to drink their fdl ; Godlike and renowned. By thebuakket which the thirat Round her, in gentle play, Of the Saviour served to still ; Light clouda are stealing; - -i . By thefountain, balmerhaling, Tbat from yon bright region flowa, Penitents fair 'are the who, humbly kneekg, Ever clear and never Wing, Sip in the ethersweet, Aa round everyworld it goea - Aa they for grace entreat. MABU ÆQYPTUCA (Acta 1Bbnccorum). By thesaored spot Immortal, Thou, who art fiom paaaions he+ Where theLord's remains they plaoed ; Kindly art inclined, By thearm, that from the portal When the sons of frailty m Drove me back with warning haste ; Seek thee, meek in mind. By my fort7 years of low1 Borne b7 weakneaa' stream along, Penance m a desert ~anb; Hard It is to save them ; By thefarewell grectinga hol Who can burst lust's chains 80 strong, That I wrote upon the sani- That, alae, enslave them P. i THETIIBEE. O, how aoon the foot may slip, Thon who ne'er thy radiant faoe When the smooth ground preaaing ! O, how false are eye and li From the yatest sinne;atdeat, "hou who T ine atoning False a breath caredsingß I Through eternity provi est, XATEB QLOBIOBA hW8P(ML *Letthis sont, b virtue stirred, Self-forgetfuT though when living, CHOBUB OF PEXUTTENT WOYER. That erceived not that it erred, To bright realms on high Feep thy mercy, sin forgiving ! In majesty sosring, UXA -1TENTIA O, hark to our cry (Onœ named Margaret, pressing near them). Thy pity im loring, O radiancespreading One, Thou help to de cheerleaa, Who equalled art by non In glory 80 peerleaa I In mercy view mine ecataayBt . MAQNAPECCATIUX (St.Luke vii. 36). For he whom erst I loved, No more by aomw proved, By thelove, which o'er the feet Returns st length to me 1 Of the W-trans6 red Son Dropped the teara, lif e balsam sweet, BEATIFIEDCHILDBEN Splte of every scornful one ; (Appmachlng M theJ hover rod). By the box of ointment rare, He now in strength of limb Whence tho drops so fragrant fell ; Far doth outwei h ua, By the locka, whose gcntle care And, aa we tended& Dried Hir holy members well - So will repay um. !' 432 POEMS OF GOETHE. PO- OF METRE. Early removed were we Far from life's story ; PBOM Gi)Tz VON BERLICEINGEN. Trained now himself, will he ACT II. Train u8 in glory. ~BETRAUT&p and hg. . !hE hmTENT, m named &rgaret. HIe bow and dart bearing, Linked with the noble band of spiri4 And torch briEhtly flaring, Scarce can the new one feel or see Dm Cupld on flies ; Tbe radiant life he now inherits, With victory laden, So like that holy band is he. To vanquish each maiden See how he burats each bond material, He ro uishly tries. And parte the olden veil at length, - up.F up1 In veature clad in grace ethereal, On! on1 Cornea in the glow of youthful strength. His arms rattle loudly, Oh, let me guide his steps victorious, His wings rustle proudly, While dazzled by the new-born light. And flamea fill hls eyes. Then finde he each bosom MATER GLOBIOBA. Defenceless and bare ; Come I raise thyeclf to spheres more glorioue, They ladly receive him He'll follow when thou mcetoat his sight. Anfwelcome him there. . The point of hie arrow0 DOCTOR MAUNUS He lights in tho glow; (Rootratad in mlorath). They clasp .him and kiss him Oh, repentant sinful one% And fondle him so. On that bright face gaze ye, Bid 6i o! Popsiof And, in grateful orisons, Your blest fortune praise ye I Be each virtue of the mmd FROM EGMONT. To thy service given I ACT I. Tirgiu, mother, be thou kind I Goddess, queen of heaven I &ABA Wt'd a Shit&, and h98&h BT~c~~uQ~. Tm drum gives the signal I CHORUE MYSTIOU8. . Loud rings the shrill fife I Each thing of mortal birth M love leadm bis troops on Iebutat e; !É'oll armed for the strife, What WBB of geble worth While his hand grasps hi lance Here beoomes ripe. As they proudly advance. wbst WBB a myatery Here meeta the eye ; M bosom ants wildly1 The ever-womanly H bloof hotly flows I Draws us on high. Oh, iad I doublet, A helmet, and hoae I a4 POEME OF GOETHB. FOE- OF. QOE!C'EE. 486 Through the ate with bola footstep Yea I leave. me to my grief I I after him Iid, - Were solitude's relief Eaoh province, each countq E'er granted me, Explored by his side. Alone I should not . The coward foe trembled be. When rattled ,our shot : A lover steals, on footate light, What bliss e'er reaembled To learn if bis love's aP one ; A soldier's glad lot I !L'hua o'er me steala, by day and night, Anguiah before unknown. ACT m. Thus o'er me steals deep grie€ ChAm sings. Ah, when I find relief Gladnm . Within the tomb Eo lone1 -. And aadneaa Will reat be met with onTi 1 And naivenees blending; Beearning BOOK IV. CHAP. 11. And burning MY grief no mortals know, In toment ne'er endig ; Except the yearning I Sad unto death. Alone, a prey to woe, maring ; Al1 pleaanre spurning, Proudly above Up towards the sky I throw Happy alone . gaze discerning. Is the soul that doth love! A He who my love can how Seems derwturnìng; With etrange and fiery glow FBOM 6aWILHEL?kl MEISTER'S APPFLENTICESEIIP.'' My heart is burnin . BOOK II. CHAP. XIIL .\ fiefa no morta~skow, %cePt the yearning 1 RETRIBUTION. --c EEthar with teara did never eat his bread, PHILINE'S BONG. He that hath never lain through night's long hoan, LgIlpo not thus in notea of sadneee Weeping in bitter anguish on his bed - Of the lonelinese of night : He knows ye not, ye dread celestial powere. No ! 'tia made for mial gladnem, Ye lead us onward into life. Ye leave Converse sweet, and love's delight. The wretch to fall ; then yield him up, in WOB; ABto rugged man his wife is Remorse, and pain, uncemin For his faireat hall decreed, For every BUI ìa pnniahed 80 dear night the half of life is, And the faireat half, indeed. Wmo'gives himself to solitude, Wb0 oould hail the day with pleasum, , Soon lonely will remain; Which but interru ta our 'o Esoh livea, each loves in joyom mood, Sctawsas from our 2reams oW ehum . And leaves him to his pu. With ita glare and irksome noiae P . ._...... - .. 136 POEMS OF GOETIIE. POEMS OF GOE!I!HE. 48? Rut when night is come, and glowing When, lo l a fe&d midnight sonnd I hear, Is the lamp’s attempered ray, That with a dull and mournful echo ringa. And from lip to lip are flowing And can it be that of our friend EO dear It to whom smh wish EO fondly .cling89 Love and mirth, in sparkling play ~ tells, Shall dmth o’emme a life that all revere ? When the fiery boy, that wildly How such B loss to all confusion brin@ ! Gambols in his wayward mood, How such a parting WC must ever rue ! calms to.rest, dis orting mildl The .world is weeymng -shall not we weep, too? By some’trivia?gift subdue$ He waa our own! How social, yet how pat When thenightingale is trilling Seemed in the light of day his noble mmd ! Songa of love to lovcrd ears, How WBB hia*nature, pleasing yct sedate, Which, to hearts with EO~Wthrilling, Now for glad convcmo joyously inclined, Seem but sighs and waken team ; Then swiftly changing, spmbfraupht, elate, Life’s plan with dcepfelt meanln How, with ~IIIECElightly bounding, Fruitful alike in counsol and in dee lit desianed, Leaps the heart to hoar the bell, Thie have we proved, thim tested, in our need. Which, the hour of midnight sounding, Doth of rest and safety toll. He waa our own l O may that thou ht EO bleet . O’ercome the voice of wailing ancf of woe ! Then, dear heart, this comfort borrow He might have sought the hating,safe at rest In tho long day’s lingering light- In harbor, when the tempest ceased to blow. Every day hath Its own sorrow. Meanwhile his mighty spint onward pressed Gladnoss cometh with tho night ! Where goodneaa, beauty, truth, forever grow ; And in his rear, in shadow outline, lay The vulgar, which we all, J a~,obey ! EPILOQUE TO SCHILLEPS “SONG OF THE BIEC,L” Now doth hedeck the garden-turret faù phIo flne pleoe written od 118llyla 1- on Sohiller’r doata, WU altedand remat 6 alethe In Ln,ou thu ocAtou of the mo-w Where theetare’ language firmt illumed hi BOI& 011 the otage d the Sou8 qf the Bell. Ilme thu ILUIMIOII lu b h Be secretly yet clearly through the air -J To this clty joy meal It I On the eterne, the living sense it stoIe ; Pman Ita first eignal ea1 it1 And to hie own, and our great profit, there (Bong the ~ef;-con~ludng lines). Exchangeth to the set~on~aa they roll ; AND EO it proved ! The nation felt, ero long, Thus nobly doth hevanquish, with renown, That peaceful signal, and, with blcssing fraulgllt, The twilight and the night that weigh UE down. A new-born joy appeared ; in glldsome song Bri hter now glowed hie cheek, and still more bright, To hail tho youthful princely pair we sought; #ith that unchanging, ever-youthful glow, - While in the hing, evor-swolling throng That courage which o’ercomcs, in hard-fought fight, Mingled tho crowds from every rcgion brought, Sooner or later, every earthly foe, - And on the stage, in festal pomp srraycd, That faith which, soaring to tho realms of light, Tho HOMAGEOF TIIE AETB* we =\v displgcd. Now boldly presseth on, now hendeth low, So that the od may work, wax, thrive amain, So *hat the ray the noble may attain. R- -- . - ...... i- 488 POEThfS OF. WETHE. POEMS OF WETHE. , &59 Yet, though ukilled, of euch tianecendent worth, eo Thua he left US, who long ago, Thie boarded ec&old doth he not deepise ; ie so - Ten yeara, alae, already! turned from ; ’ The fate thaton ita axis turne the earth - earth We all, to our great joy, hie precepte know, ’ From day to night, here shows he to our eyes, Ob, may the world confeee their priceleea worth1 Raieing, through many a work of ~IO~~OUSbirth, In ewelling tide toward every region flow Art and the artiet’e fame up toward the skim. The thou hte that were his own peouliar birth: Ho fills with bloeeorna of ‘the noblest etrife, Re leame &eß eome departing meteor bright, With life itself, thii &gy of lie. Cam5 hing, with hie own, eternal light. tatep, aa ye full eurely know, emured the circle of .tho will and deed, Each country’s chau g thoughta and morale, toq II’ENVOI. The darksome boolen with clearneee could he read; Yet how he, breathleee ’midet hie friende BO true, Now, gentle reader, ie our jonrnoy ended, Deepaired in sorrow, ecarce from pain wm €reed,- Muta is our minstrel, silent is our song ; thle have we, in sadly hap y yeare, sweetthe bard’evoice whose Etmh0 our muma All attended For he WBB oum, bewailed wit feeliig tem. i Pleasant the pathe he guided ne alon When from the agonizing weight of grief Now muet we part, -Oh, word all fulfof dneeg He raised hie eyee upon the world a sin, CJanging to poneive retroapect our gladnme I We showed him how hie thou hte migft find relied From the uncertain preeentBE heavy chain, Reader, farewell ! we part perchance forever, Gave hie fresh-kindled mind a reepite brief, ’ Scarce may I hope to meet with thee again ; With kindly ekill beguiling eve pain, . But e’en thou h fate our fellowehipmay seven, And e’en at evewhen eettin W=% Bun, . Reader, wil P aught to mark that tieremain ? From hie wan cheeke a gent e smile we won. Yes I there ie left one sad eweet bond of union,- Y Sorrow at parting linke UB in communion. Full early had he read the stern decree, Sorrow and dosth to him, alsa, were known; But lof the twain, the greater is my sorrow,- Ofttimee reoovering, now departod he, - Reader, and why ? -Bethink thee of the Bun, Dread tidings, that our hearts had feared to own1 How, when he eets, he waiteth for the morrow, Yet hu tramfigured bein now oan see Proudly once more hie ant race to run,- Iteel&e’en here on ear% tranefi red grown. Yet e’en when set, a glowf ehind him leaving, What hie own reproved, and Peemed a crime, Gladdening the epirit, which had ehe been grieviug Hath been ennoEd now by death and time. Thne may& thou feel, for thon to GOETAEonly And many a eon1 that with him strove in fight, Biddeet farewell, nor careet aught for me. And hie patmerit grudged to recognize, Twofold my partin leaving me all loneiy, - Now fede the irnpreee of hie wondrous might, I now muet part From GOETHEand from thee, And in hie magic fettere gladly liee ; Parting at once from comrade and from leader,- E’en to the higheet hath he winpd hie flight, Farewell, great minstrel I farewell, gentle reader I In Olm communion linked with all we prim. Extol him then ! What mortale while they liye Hushed is the harp, ita music eunk in slumbere, But half reoeive, posterity shall give. Memory alone can waken now ite numbers. .- ...... _ ...... - - _.. ._.._..__i_ . . - .. _.__!