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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wanderer's Storm-Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,<br>Feels no dread within his heart<br>At the tempest or the rain.<br>He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,<br>Will to the rain-clouds,<br>Will to the hailstorm,<br>Sing in reply<br>As the lark sings,<br>Oh thou on high!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Him whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,<br>Thou wilt raise above the mud-track<br>With thy fiery pinions.<br>He will wander,<br>As, with flowery feet,<br>Over Deucalion's dark flood,<br>Python-slaying, light, glorious,<br>Pythius Apollo.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Him whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,<br>Thou wilt place upon thy fleecy pinion<br>When he sleepeth on the rock,--<br>Thou wilt shelter with thy guardian wing<br>In the forest's midnight hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Him whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,<br>Thou wilt wrap up warmly<br>In the snow-drift;<br>Tow'rd the warmth approach the Muses,<br>Tow'rd the warmth approach the Graces.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye Muses, hover round me!<br>Ye Graces also!<br>That is water, that is earth,<br>And the son of water and of earth<br>Over which I wander,<br>Like the gods.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ye are pure, like the heart of the water,<br>Ye are pure like the marrow of earth,<br>Hov'ring round me, while I hover<br>Over water, o'er the earth<br>Like the gods.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shall he, then, return,<br>The small, the dark, the fiery peasant?<br>Shall he, then, return, waiting<br>Only thy gifts, oh Father Bromius,<br>And brightly gleaming, warmth-spreading fire?<br>Return with joy?<br>And I, whom ye attended,<br>Ye Muses and ye Graces,<br>Whom all awaits that ye,<br>Ye Muses and ye Graces,<br>Of circling bliss in life<br>Have glorified--shall I<br>Return dejected?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Father Bromius!<br>Thourt the Genius,<br>Genius of ages,<br>Thou'rt what inward glow<br>To Pindar was,<br>What to the world<br>Phoebus Apollo.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Woe! Woe Inward warmth,<br>Spirit-warmth,<br>Central-point!<br>Gl ow, and vie with<br>Phoebus Apollo!<br>Coldly soon<br>His regal look<br>Over thee will swiftly glide,--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Envy-struck<br>Linger o'er the cedar's strength,<br>Which, to flourish,<br>Waits him not.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why doth my lay name thee the last?<br>Thee, from whom it began,<br>Thee, in whom it endeth,<br>Thee, from whom it flows,<br>Jupiter Pluvius!<br>Tow'rd thee streams my song.<br>And a Castalian spring<br>Runs as a fellow-brook,<br>Runs to the idle ones,<br>Mortal, happy ones,<br>Apart from thee,<br>Who cov'rest me around,<br>Jupiter Pluvius!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not by the elm-tree<br>Him didst thou visit,<br>With the pair of doves<br>Held in his gentle arm,--<br>With the beauteous garland of roses,--<br>Caressing him, so blest in his flowers,<br>Anacreon,<br>Storm-breathing godhead!<br>Not in the poplar grove,<br>Near the Sybaris' strand,<br>Not on the mountain's<br>Sun-illumined brow<br>Didst thou seize him,<br>The flower-singing,<br>Honey-breathing,<br>Sweetly nodding<br>Theocritus.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When the wheels were rattling,<br>Wheel on wheel tow'rd the goal,<br>High arose<br>The sound of the lash<br>Of youths with victory glowing,<br>In the dust rolling,<br>As from the mountain fall<br>Showers of stones in the vale--<br>Then thy soul was brightly glowing, Pindar--<br>Glowing? Poor heart!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There, on the hill,--<br>Heavenly might!<br>But enough glow<br>Thither to wend,<br>Where is my cot!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a></strong></div>