POEMS OF GOETHE
51
Sinks, but returning,
It ruffles my hair;
Aid me this rapture,
Muses, to bear!
Know ye the passion
That stirs in me here?
Yester e'en at gloaming
Was I with my dear!
IN SUMMER.
How plain and height
With dewdrops are bright!
How pearls have crowned
The plants all around!
How sighs the breeze
Through thicket and trees!
How loudly in the sun's clear rays
The sweet birds carol forth their lays!
But, ah! above,
When saw I my love,
Within her room,
Small, mantled in gloom,
Enclosed around,
Where sunlight was drowned,
How little then was earth to me,
With all its beauteous majesty!
AUTUMN FEELINGS.
Flourish greener, as ye clamber,
O ye leaves, to seek my chamber,
Up the trellised vine on high!
