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POEMS OF GOETHE
SEMI-CHORUS.
Away then! let's fly
O'er the zephyr-kissed ocean.
The soul-lighted eye
Sees armies in motion,
Sees proud banners wave
O'er the dust-sprinkled course.
CHORUS.
From his forefathers brave
Draws the hero new force.
RINALDO.
With sorrow laden,
Within this valley's
All-silent alleys
The fairest maiden
Again I see.
Twice can this be?
What! shall I hear it.
And not have spirit
To ease her pains?
CHORUS.
Unworthy chains?
RINALDO.
And now I've seen her
Alas! how changed!
With cold demeanour,
And looks estranged,
With ghostly tread,—
