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SUMMER. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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SUMMER.

    • XIX.

    • TERRIBLE, Love shows himself unto me! Ye Muses, awaken
    • Harmonies out of the pain stirr’d by the God in my heart.
    • XX.

    • Written scrolls I possess which scholars and monarchs might covet.
    • For my beloved she writes words that I turn into verse!
    • XXI.

    • As in Winter the grain only slowly sprouts, but in Summer
    • Hastens to push into bloom, so was my yearning for thee!
    • XXII.

    • Ever it seem’d to me that forests, fields, mountains and gardens
    • Were but symbols of space; Love, thou makest them real.
    • XXIII.

    • Space and Time to my mind are idle phantoms of fancy;
    • But the corner with thee, dearest, seems without bounds.
    • XXIV.

    • Care, she sits in the saddle with thee; she embarks in the vessel.
    • Zealous is Care, but Love follows us up with more zeal.
    • XXV.

    • Hard is the conquest of Passion, but if she be strengthen’d by Custom,
    • Ancient ally and friend, she’s an invincible foe!
    • XXVI.

    • What is the scroll that twice and thrice I read in succession?
    • Manuscripts sent by my love, written warm from her heart.
    • XXVII.

    • She is my joy, but perchance she deceives me. O poets and singers,
    • Mimics! much ye might learn, knowing my sweetheart, my love!
    • XXVIII.

    • All the joy of the poet in shaping his verse to perfection,
    • Sympathizing Love, that inspir’d him, feels.
    • XXIX.

    • Think you an epigram short to express a sentiment for thee?
    • Why, Love, how can that be! Isn’t a kiss far more short?
    • XXX.

    • Know’st thou, O friend, the splendid poison of love unrequited?
    • Burning, it gives fresh strength; wasting the flesh it renews.
    • XXXI.

    • Know’st thou the splendid working of love that has found its ideal?
    • Bodies it binds in sweet union, spirits are freed.
    • XXXII.

    • True love is that which always and ever remains without changing
    • When it is granted all, all things being denied.
    • XXXIII.

    • All the world I would like, so all to share with my darling;
    • All the world would I give, if she were only mine.
    • XXXIV.

    • When a loving heart is pain’d and must suffer in silence,
    • Rhadamanthus himself could not imagine such pangs.
    • XXXV.

    • “Why do I fade so soon, O Zeus?” ask’d Beauty in sorrow.
    • “Ah,” said the father of gods, “only the beautiful fades.”
    • XXXVI.

    • Love and youth and the dew and the flowers heard the hard saying;
    • All turn’d their faces away, weeping, from Jupiter’s throne.
    • XXXVII.

    • Live while we may and love; for life and love are both fleeting.
    • Fate, thou cuttest the threads! Both must come to an end!
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