The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1775. ----- TO CHARLOTTE.
Free from storm, but resting never: To thy sorrow thou'rt to-day repell'd By what yesterday obey'd thee. Can that world by thee be worthy held Which so oft betray'd thee? Which, 'mid all thy pleasures and thy pains, Lived in selfish, unconcern'd repose? See, the soul its secret cells regains, And the heart--makes haste to close. Thus found I thee, and gladly went to meet thee; "She's worthy of all love!" I cried, And pray'd that Heaven with purest bliss might greet thee, Which in thy friend it richly hath supplied.
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