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The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Freebooter


No door has my house,
No house has my door;
And in and out ever
I carry my store.

No grate has my kitchen,
No kitchen my grate;
Yet roasts it and boils it
Both early and late.

My bed has no trestles,
My trestles no bed;
Yet merrier moments
No mortal e'er led.

My cellar is lofty,
My barn is full deep.
From top to the bottom,—
There lie I and sleep.

And soon as I waken,
All moves on its race;
My place has no fixture,
My fixture no place.