THE mist is fast clearing.
And radiant is heaven,
Whilst AEolus loosens
Our anguish-fraught bond.
The zephyrs are sighing,
Alert is the sailor.
Quick! nimbly be plying!
The billows are riven,
The distance approaches;
I see land beyond!
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THE mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. the great Goethe