The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1816. ----- THE METAMORPHOSIS OF PLANTS.
Kindly intercourse sprang, slowly unfolding its leaves; Soon how friendship with might unveil'd itself in our bosoms, And how Amor, at length, brought forth blossom and fruit Think of the manifold ways wherein Nature hath lent to our feelings, Silently giving them birth, either the first or the last! Yes, and rejoice in the present day! For love that is holy Seeketh the noblest of fruits,--that where the thoughts are the same, Where the opinions agree,--that the pair may, in rapt contemplation, Lovingly blend into one,--find the more excellent world. 1797. ----- ----- 'TIS easier far a wreath to bind, Than a good owner fort to find. ----- I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight, Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light. ----- To the mother I give; For the daughter I live. ----- A BREACH is every day, By many a mortal storm'd; Let them fall in the gaps as they may, Yet a heap of dead is ne'er form'd. ----- WHAT harm has thy poor mirror done, alas? Look not so ugly, prythee, in the glass!
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