The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
V. MARGARET AT HER SPINNING-WHEEL.
MY heart is sad, My peace is o'er; I find it never And nevermore. When gone is he, The grave I see; The world's wide all Is turned to gall. Alas, my head Is well-nigh crazed; My feeble mind Is sore amazed. My heart is sad, My peace is o'er; I find it never And nevermore. For him from the window Alone I spy; For him alone From home go I. His lofty step, His noble form, His mouth's sweet smile, His glances warm, His voice so fraught With magic bliss, His hand's soft pressure, And, ah, his kiss! My heart is sad, My peace is o'er; I find it never And nevermore. My bosom yearns For his form so fair; Ah, could I clasp him And hold him there! My kisses sweet Should stop his breath, And 'neath his kisses I'd sink in death! Margaret. Faust. DOST thou believe in God? Doth mortal live Who dares to say that he believes in God? Go, bid the priest a truthful answer give, Go, ask the wisest who on earth e'er trod,-- Their answer will appear to be Given alone in mockery. Then thou dost not believe? This sayest thou?
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