Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To Belinda
Wherefore drag me to yon glittering eddy,
With resistless might?
Was I, then, not truly blest already
In the silent night?
In my secret chamber refuge taking,
‘Neath the moon’s soft ray,
And her awful light around me breaking,
Musing there I lay.
And I dream’d of hours with joy o’erflowing,
Golden, truly blest,
While thine image so beloved was glowing
Deep within my breast.
Now to the card-table hast thou bound me,
‘Midst the torches glare?
Whilst unhappy faces are around me,
Dost thou hold me there?
Spring-flow’rs are to me more rapture-giving,
To The Chosen One
Hand in hand! and lip to lip!
Oh, be faithful, maiden dear!
Fare thee well! thy lover’s ship
Past full many a rock must steers
But should he the haven see,
When the storm has ceased to break,
And be happy, reft of thee,–
May the Gods fierce vengeance take!
Boldly dared is well nigh won!
Half my task is solved aright;
Ev’ry star’s to me a sun,
Only cowards deem it night.
Stood I idly by thy side,
Sorrow still would sadden me;
But when seas our paths divide,
Gladly toil I,–toil for thee!
Now the valley I perceive,
Where together we will go,
To the Rising Full Moon
Wilt thou suddenly enshroud thee,
Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,
Thou art hidden from mine eye.
Yet my sadness thou well knowest,
Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I’m loved, ’tis thou that showest,
Though my loved one may be far.
Upward mount then! clearer, milder,
Robed in splendour far more bright!
Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,
Fraught with rapture is the night!
