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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trilogy Of Passion 01 To Werther</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ONCE more, then, much-wept shadow, thou dost dare</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Boldly to face the day's clear light,<br>To meet me on fresh blooming meadows fair,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> And dost not tremble at my sight.<br>Those happy times appear return'd once more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When on one field we quaff'd refreshing dew,<br>And, when the day's unwelcome toils were o'er,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The farewell sunbeams bless'd our ravish'd view;<br>Fate bade thee go,--to linger here was mine,--<br>Going the first, the smaller loss was thine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The life of man appears a glorious fate:<br>The day how lovely, and the night how great!<br>And we 'mid Paradise-like raptures plac'd,<br>The sun's bright glory scarce have learn'd to taste.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When strange contending feelings dimly cover,<br>Now us, and now the forms that round us hover;<br>One's feelings by no other are supplied,<br>'Tis dark without, if all is bright inside;<br>An outward brightness veils my sadden'd mood,<br>When Fortune smiles,--how seldom understood!<br>Now think we that we know her, and with might<br>A woman's beauteous form instils delight;<br>The youth, as glad as in his infancy,<br>The spring-time treads, as though the spring were he<br>Ravish'd, amazed, he asks, how this is done?<br>He looks around, the world appears his own.<br>With careless speed he wanders on through space,<br>Nor walls, nor palaces can check his race;<br>As some gay flight of birds round tree-tops plays,<br>So 'tis with him who round his mistress strays;<br>He seeks from AEther, which he'd leave behind him,<br>The faithful look that fondly serves to bind him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet first too early warn'd, and then too late,<br>He feels his flight restrain'd, is captur'd straight<br>To meet again is sweet, to part is sad,<br>Again to meet again is still more glad,<br>And years in one short moment are enshrin'd;<br>But, oh, the harsh farewell is hid behind!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou smilest, friend, with fitting thoughts inspired;<br>By a dread parting was thy fame acquired,<br>Thy mournful destiny we sorrow'd o'er,<br>For weal and woe thou left'st us evermore,<br>And then again the passions' wavering force<br>Drew us along in labyrinthine course;<br>And we, consumed by constant misery,<br>At length must part--and parting is to die!<br>How moving is it, when the minstrel sings,<br>To 'scape the death that separation brings!<br>Oh grant, some god, to one who suffers so,<br>To tell, half-guilty, his sad tale of woe.</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>