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THE VISIT. - 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 VISIT.

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    • FAIN had I to-day surpris’d my mistress,
    • But soon found I that her door was fasten’d.
    • Yet I had the key safe in my pocket,
    • And the darling door I open’d softly!
    • In the parlor found I not the maiden,
    • Found the maiden not within her closet,
    • Then her chamber-door I gently open’d,
    • When I found her wrapp’d in pleasing slumbers,
    • Fully dress’d, and lying on the sofa.
    • While at work had slumber stolen o’er her;
    • For her knitting and her needle found I
    • Resting in her folded hands so tender;
    • And I placed myself beside her softly,
    • And held counsel whether I should wake her.
    • Then I look’d upon the beauteous quiet
    • That on her sweet eyelids was reposing;
    • On her lips was silent truth depicted,
    • On her cheeks had loveliness its dwelling,
    • And the pureness of a heart unsullied
    • In her bosom evermore was heaving.
    • All her limbs were gracefully reclining,
    • Set at rest by sweet and godlike balsam.
    • Gladly sat I, and the contemplation
    • Held the strong desire I felt to wake her
    • Firmer and firmer down with mystic fetters.
    • “O thou love,” methought, “I see that slumber,
    • Slumber that betrayeth each false feature,
    • Cannot injure thee, can naught discover
    • That could serve to harm thy friend’s soft feelings.
    • “Now thy beauteous eyes are firmly closed,
    • That, when open, form mine only rapture.
    • And thy sweet lips are devoid of motion,
    • Motionless for speaking or for kissing;
    • Loosen’d are the soft and magic fetters
    • Of thine arms, so wont to twine around me,
    • And the hand, the ravishing companion
    • Of thy sweet caresses, lies unmoving.
    • “Were my thoughts of thee but based on error,
    • Were the love I bear thee self-deception,
    • I must now have found it out, since Amor
    • Is, without his bandage, placed beside me.”
    • Long I sat thus, full of heartfelt pleasure
    • At my love, and at her matchless merit;
    • She had so delighted me while slumbering
    • That I could not venture to awake her.
    • Then I on the little table near her
    • Softly placed two oranges, two roses;
    • Gently, gently stole I from her chamber.
    • When her eyes the darling one shall open
    • She will straightway spy these color’d presents,
    • And the friendly gift will view with wonder,
    • For the door will still remain unopen’d.
    • If perchance I see to-night the angel,
    • How will she rejoice!—reward me doubly
    • For this sacrifice of fond affection!