The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
FAUST.
Are known to thee, to thee alone! Wherever I may go, With woe, with woe, with woe, My bosom sad is aching! I scarce alone can creep, I weep, I weep, I weep, My very heart is breaking. The flowers at my window My falling tears bedewed, When I, at dawn of morning, For thee these flow'rets strewed. When early to my chamber The cheerful sunbeams stole, I sat upon my pallet, In agony of soul. Help! rescue me from death and misery! Oh, thou well-tried in grief, Grant to thy child relief, And view with mercy my deep agony! WHEN in spring the gentle rain Breathes into the flower new birth, When the green and happy plain Smiles upon the sons of earth, Haste to give what help we may, Little elves of wondrous might! Whether good or evil they, Pity for them feels the sprite.
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