Because by thy love thou'rt remember'd no more!Oh, call back to mind former days and their blisses!The lips of the second will give as sweet kisses
At some moment in our lives
"Oh when will return an hour like this?
The fish across the sea,Thou wouldst descend, e'en as thou art,
When man had ceased to utter his lament,
Now no roses pluck. for thee,Though 'tis springtime, Fanny mine,
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and tomany will appear so wild and fantastic, as to leave anything buta pleasing impression. Those at the beginning, addressed to hisfriend Behrisch, were written at the age of eighteen, and most ofthe remainder were composed while he was still quite young.Despite, however, the extravagance of some of them, such as theWinter Journey over the Hartz Mountains, and the Wanderer'sStorm-Song, nothing can be finer than the noble one entitledMahomet's Song, and others, such as the Spirit Song' over theWaters, The God-like, and, above all, the magnificent sketch ofPrometheus, which forms part of an unfinished piece bearing thesame name, and called by Goethe a 'Dramatic Fragment.'
What fearful distress
Chorus of Spirits
When upon yon spot it stood,Like a rolling billow came,
One more bumper! Fill the glass;
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