The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1815.* ----- THE GOLDSMITH'S APPRENTICE.
With shame took to flight. Is't hope? Do I wander? Ye rocks and trees yonder, Disclose ye the loved one, Disclose my delight! O'er my sad, fate I sorrow, To each dewy morrow, Veil'd here from man's sight By the many mistaken, Unknown and forsaken, Here I wing my flight! Compassionate spirit! Let none ever hear it,-- Conceal my affliction, Conceal thy delight! To-day I'm rewarded; Rich booty's afforded By Fortune so bright. My servant the pheasants, And hares fit for presents Takes homeward at night; Here see I enraptured In nets the birds captured!-- Long life to the hunter! Long live his delight!
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