Die Musik Poem by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Die Musik
Ein Orpheus spielte; rings um ihn,
Mit lauschendem Gedraenge
Stand die erstaunte Menge,
Durchs Ohr die Wollust einzuziehn.
Ein Trinker kam von ungefaehr,
Und taumelte den Weg daher.
Schnell fasst' er sich, blieb horchend stehn,
Und ward entzueckt, und schriee: Schoen!
So schoen, als wenn bei meinem wackern Wirte
Das helle Passglas klirrte!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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