JohannWolfgangVonGoethe
Throughfieldandwoodtostray
Andpipemytunefullay,—
'Tisthusmydaysarepass'd;
Andallkeeptunewithme,
Andmoveinharmony,
Andsoon, tothelast.
TowaitIscarcehavepower
Thegarden'searliestflower,
Thetree'sfirstbloominSpring;
Theyhailmyjoyousstrain,—
WhenWintercomesagain,
OfthatsweetdreamIsing.
Mysongsoundsfarandnear,
O'ericeitechoesclear,
ThenWinterblossomsbright;
Andwhenhisblossomsfly,
Freshrapturesmeetmineeye,
Uponthewell-till'dheight.
When'neaththelindentree,
YoungfolksIchancetosee,
Isetthemmovingsoon;
Hisnosethedullladcurls,
Theformalmaidenwhirls,
Obedienttomytune.
Wingstothefeetyelend,
O'erhillandvaleyesend
Theloverfarfromhome;
WhenshallI, onyourbreast,
Yekindlymuses, rest,
Andceaseatlengthtoroam?
