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THE SEA-VOYAGE. - 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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THE SEA-VOYAGE.

    • MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;
    • Waiting fav’ring winds, I sat with true friends round me
    • Pledging me to patience and to courage
    • In the haven.
    • And they spoke thus with impatience twofold:
    • “Gladly pray we for thy rapid passage,
    • Gladly for thy happy voyage; fortune
    • In the distant world is waiting for thee,
    • In our arms thou’lt find thy prize, and love too,
    • When returning.”
    • And when morning came arose an uproar,
    • And the sailors’ joyous shouts awoke us;
    • All was stirring, all was living, moving,
    • Bent on sailing with the first kind zephyr.
    • And the sails soon in the breeze are swelling,
    • And the sun with fiery love invites us;
    • Fill’d the sails are, clouds on high are floating,
    • On the shore each friend exulting raises
    • Songs of hope, in giddy joy expecting
    • Joy the voyage through as on the morn of sailing
    • And the earliest starry nights so radiant.
    • But by God-sent changing winds ere long he’s driven
    • Sideways from the course he had intended,
    • And he feigns as though he would surrender
    • While he gently striveth to outwit them.
    • To his goal, e’en when thus press’d, still faithful.
    • But from out the damp gray distance rising
    • Softly now the storm proclaims its advent,
    • Presseth down each bird upon the waters,
    • Presseth down the throbbing hearts of mortals.
    • And it cometh. At its stubborn fury
    • Wisely ev’ry sail the seaman striketh;
    • With the anguish-laden ball are sporting
    • Wind and water.
    • And on yonder shore are gather’d, standing,
    • Friends and lovers, trembling for the bold one:
    • “Why, alas, remain’d he here not with us!
    • Ah, the tempest! Cast away by fortune!
    • Must the good one perish in this fashion?
    • Might not he perchance . . . Ye great immortals!”
    • Yet he, like a man, stands by his rudder;
    • With the bark are sporting wind and water,
    • Wind and water sport not with his bosom:
    • On the fierce deep looks he as a master,—
    • In his gods, or shipwreck’d or safe landed,
    • Trusting ever.
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artist: f. c. welsch.

THE WANDERER’S STORM-SONG.