The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/From "The Sorrows of Young Werther"
FROM "THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER"
[Prefixed to the second edition.]
Every youth for love's sweet portion sighs,
Every maiden sighs to win man's love;
Why, alas! should bitter pain arise
From the noblest passion that we prove?
Thou, kind soul, bewailest, lovest him well,
From disgrace his memory's saved by thee;
Lo, his spirit sighs from out its cell:
Be a man, nor seek to follow me.
Tender thoughts and sweet recollection,
That is life in its greatest perfection.