To another town, next night:
Black the bread, the maidens white!
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No living atom comes at last to naught!
Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.Being is without end; for changeless lawsBind that from which the All its glory drawsOf living treasures endlessly possessed.Unto the wise of old this truth was known,Such wisdom knit their noble souls in one;Then hold thou still the lore of ancient days!To that high power thou ow’st…
Do I see a contest yonder?
Beauteous urchins, five in number,‘Gainst five sisters fair contending,–Measured is the time they’re beating–At a bright enchantress’ bidding.Glitt’ring spears by some are wielded,Threads are others nimbly twining,So that in their snares, the weaponsOne would think, must needs be captured,Soon, in truth, the spears are prison’d;Yet they, in the gentle war-dance,One by one escape their fettersIn…
Tell me you stones, O speak, you towering palaces!
All things are alive in your sacred wallseternal Rome, only for me all’s still.Who will whisper to me, at what windowwill I see the sweet thing who will kindle me, and quicken?Already I guess the ways, walking to her and from her,ever and always I’ll go, while sweet time slips by.I’m gazing at church and…
FATE now allows us,
And the upstarting,Happy to be;And at the call ofMemory cherish’d,Future and perish’dMoments we see.Seasons of anguish,–Ah, they must everTruth from woe sever,Love and joy part;Days still more worthySoon will unite us,Fairer songs light us,Strength’ning the heart.We, thus united,Think of, with gladness,Rapture and sadness,Sorrow now flies.Oh, how mysteriousFortune’s direction!Old the connection,New-born the prize!Thank, for this, Fortune,Wavering…
How fair doth Nature
How bright the sunbeams!How smiles the plain!The flow’rs are burstingFrom ev’ry bough,And thousand voicesEach bush yields now.And joy and gladnessFill ev’ry breast!Oh earth!–oh sunlight!Oh rapture blest!Oh love! oh loved one!As golden bright,As clouds of morningOn yonder height!Thou blessest gladlyThe smiling field,–The world in fragrantVapour conceal’d.Oh maiden, maiden,How love I thee!Thine eye, how gleams it!How lov’st…
THE plain with still and wand’ring feet,
And hov’ring see thine image sweet,Thine image dear, o’er head.In gentle silence thou dost fareThrough field and valley dear;But doth my fleeting image ne’erTo thy mind’s eye appear?His image, who, by grief oppress’d,Roams through the world forlorn,And wanders on from east to west,Because from thee he’s torn?When I would think of none but thee,Mine eyes…