Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To A Golden Heart
TO A GOLDEN HEART THAT HE WORE ROUND HIS NECK.
Oh thou token loved of joys now perish’d
That I still wear from my neck suspended,
Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish’d?
Or canst thou prolong love’s days untimely ended?
Lily, I fly from thee! I still am doom’d to range
Thro’ countries strange,
Thro’ distant vales and woods, link’d on to thee!
Ah, Lily’s heart could surely never fall
So soon away from me!
As when a bird bath broken from his thrall,
And seeks the forest green,
Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him,
Reciprocal Invitation to the Dance
THE INDIFFERENT.
Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
If thou my sweetheart art not, thou canst be so,
But if thou wilt not, we still will dance on.
Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one!
Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.
THE TENDER.
Loved one, without thee, what then would all feast be?
Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?
If thou my sweetheart wert not, I would dance not.
If thou art still so, all life is one feast.
Answers in a Game of Questions
THE LADY.
In the small and great world too,
What most charms a woman’s heart?
It is doubtless what is new,
For its blossoms joy impart;
Nobler far is what is true,
For fresh blossoms it can shoot
Even in the time of fruit.
THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
With the Nymphs in wood and cave
Paris was acquainted well,
Till Zeus sent, to make him rave,
Three of those in Heav’n who dwell;
And the choice more trouble gave
Than e’er fell to mortal lot,
Whether in old times or not.
THE EXPERIENCED.
Tenderly a woman view,
And thoult win her, take my word;
