Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems

The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared

The gentle sleep that round my senses clung,
And I, awak'ning, from my cottage fared,
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OH, Magdeberg the town!
Fair maids thy beauty crown,
Thy charms fair maids and matrons crown;
Oh, Magdeburg the town!
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As at sunset I was straying

Silently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,
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THE stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow,
And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow,

That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.
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THE LOVING ONE SPEAKS.

AND wherefore sends not
The horseman-captain
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WHY do I o'er my paper once more bend?
Ask not too closely, dearest one, I pray
For, to speak truth, I've nothing now to say;
Yet to thy hands at length 'twill come, dear friend.
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Over all hilltops
is peace
in all the treetops
you feel
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O'ER field and plain, in childhood's artless days,
Thou sprang'st with me, on many a spring-morn fair.
"For such a daughter, with what pleasing care,
Would I, as father, happy dwellings raise!"
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THE DOUBTERS.

YE love, and sonnets write! Fate's strange behest!
The heart, its hidden meaning to declare,
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WITHIN a town where parity
According to old form we see,--
That is to say, where Catholic
And Protestant no quarrels pick,
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