All that is needed for calm happiness
Hast thou not here!
Hast thou not pleasure in the golden bough
That shields thee from the day's fierce glow?
Canst thou not raise thy breast to catch,
On the soft moss beside the brook,
The sun's last rays at even?
Here thou mayest wander through the flowers' fresh dew.
Pluck from the overflow
The forest-trees provide,
The choicest food,—mayest quench
Thy light thirst at the silvery spring.
O friend, true happiness
Lies in contentedness,
And that contentedness
Finds everywhere enough."
"O wise one!" said the eagle, while he sank
In deep and ever deepening thought—
"O Wisdom! like a dove thou speakest!"
GANYMEDE.
How, in the light of morning,
Round me thou glowest,
Spring, thou beloved one!
With thousand-varying loving bliss
The sacred emotions
Born of thy warmth eternal
Press 'gainst my bosom,
Thou endlessly fair one!
Could I but hold thee clasped
Within mine arms!
Ah ! upon thy bosom
Lay I, pining.
