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

For works with similar titles, see The Misanthrope.

Consistent with the original work, this page contains an additional untitled couplet.


At first awhile sits he,
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,—
An owl's they might be now.
What is it, asketh thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?
'Tis both at once, I vow.

Late resounds the early strain;
Weal and woe in song remain.