‘Slowly run from the one, the hours of lovers when parted;
While through the other they rush swiftly, as soon as they meet.’
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WHAT pulls at my heart so?
What drags me and lures meFrom chamber and home?How round the cliffs gatherThe clouds high in air!I fain would go thither,I fain would be there!The sociable flightOf the ravens comes back;I mingle amongst them,And follow their track.Round wall and round mountainTogether we fly;She tarries below there,I after her spy.Then onward she wanders,My flight I wing…
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell ‘mongst the rocks and the thickets,
Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction,And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves.For from the gods ye received what they ever denied unto mortals,Power to comfort and aid all who in you may confide.
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled,
Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,Here doth he watch their silent dances’ mysterious measure.All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beautyEver hath brought into life, the dreamer awake sees before him;All he repeats to the Muses, and lest the gods should be anger’d,How to…
THE happiness that man, whilst prison’d here,
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,–Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,–The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheerThe wise,–the bard alone in visions fair,–In my best hours I found in her all this,And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.
THE remembrance of the Good
The remembrance of the FairMakes a mortal rapture share.The remembrance of one’s LoveBlest Is, if it constant prove.The remembrance of the OneIs the greatest joy that’s known.