A Parable.

I Picked a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand, I found
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass,
And what a wonder came to pass
The heads soon raised themselves once more.
The stalks were blooming as before,
And all were in as good a case
As when they left their native place.


*    *    *    *

So felt I, when I wond'ring heard
My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, poet, playwright, and natural philosopher, born on August 28, 1749, and died on March 22, 1832. He is considered one of the most important literary figures of the modern era. Goethe's best-known work, 'Faust,' is a profound exploration of human ambition, desire, and redemption. His contributions extend beyond literature into various fields, including science and politics. His writings and thoughts have had a lasting influence on Western culture.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To A Golden Heart That He Wore Round His Neck.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Simple Poetry

The Wanderer's Night-Song.

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Joy.

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Neither This Nor That.

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When found the rose delight in her fair hue?
Color is nothing to this world; 'tis I
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On Sundays stands our master dear;
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In an old world garden dreaming,
Where the flowers had human names,
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They disported as squires and dames.

Of old in Rosamond's Bower,
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Who would follow my fancy free,
By formal knot and clipt thicket,
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And while Time his scythe is whetting,
Ere the dew from the grass has gone,

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Falls on thy list'ning ear, with a barbarian sound.
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