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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Journey Over The Hartz Mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LIKE the vulture<br>Who on heavy morning clouds<br>With gentle wing reposing<br>Looks for his prey,--<br>Hover, my song!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For a God hath<br>Unto each prescribed<br>His destined path,<br>Which the happy one<br>Runs o'er swiftly<br>To his glad goal:<br>He whose heart cruel<br>Fate hath contracted,<br>Struggles but vainly<br>Against all the barriers<br>The brazen thread raises,<br>But which the harsh shears<br>Must one day sever.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Through gloomy thickets<br>Presseth the wild deer on,<br>And with the sparrows<br>Long have the wealthy<br>Settled themselves in the marsh.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Easy 'tis following the chariot<br>That by Fortune is driven,<br>Like the baggage that moves<br>Over well-mended highways<br>After the train of a prince.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But who stands there apart?<br>In the thicket, lost is his path;<br>Behind him the bushes<br>Are closing together,<br>The grass springs up again,<br>The desert engulphs him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, who'll heal his afflictions,<br>To whom balsam was poison,<br>Who, from love's fullness,<br>Drank in misanthropy only?<br>First despised, and now a despiser,<br>He, in secret, wasteth<br>All that he is worth,<br>In a selfishness vain.<br>If there be, on thy psaltery,<br>Father of Love, but one tone<br>That to his ear may be pleasing,<br>Oh, then, quicken his heart!<br>Clear his cloud-enveloped eyes<br>Over the thousand fountains<br>Close by the thirsty one<br>In the desert.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou who createst much joy,<br>For each a measure o'erflowing,<br>Bless the sons of the chase<br>When on the track of the prey,<br>With a wild thirsting for blood,<br>Youthful and joyous<br>Avenging late the injustice<br>Which the peasant resisted<br>Vainly for years with his staff.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the lonely one veil<br>Within thy gold clouds!<br>Surround with winter-green,<br>Until the roses bloom again,<br>The humid locks,<br>Oh Love, of thy minstrel!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With thy glimmering torch<br>Lightest thou him<br>Through the fords when 'tis night,<br>Over bottomless places<br>On desert-like plains;<br>With the thousand colours of morning<br>Gladd'nest his bosom;<br>With the fierce-biting storm<br>Bearest him proudly on high;<br>Winter torrents rush from the cliffs,--<br>Blend with his psalms;<br>An altar of grateful delight<br>He finds in the much-dreaded mountain's<br>Snow-begirded summit,<br>Which foreboding nations<br>Crown'd with spirit-dances.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418883" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou stand'st with breast inscrutable,<br>Mysteriously disclosed,<br>High o'er the wondering world,<br>And look'st from clouds<br>Upon its realms and its majesty,<br>Which thou from the veins of thy brethren<br>Near thee dost water.</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>