Poetical Works Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: And then I told my sorrows o'er, Her eyes to earth she sweetly threw; I kissed her, and she kissed me too, And — then I talked of death no more. RESOLV... more »E. On, on across the plains and feel no dread ! Where not the boldest hath Trod down a path, which thou may'st safely tread, Make for thyself a path ! Still thou my heart, dear love ! It will not break Though bent awhile it be; And if it needs must be, that it shall break, It breaks not, love, with thee. TREASURE TROVE. Through the forest idly, As my steps I bent, With a free and happy heart, Singing as I went. Cowering in the shade I Did a floweret spy, Bright as any star in heaven, Sweet as any eye. Down to pluck it stooping, Thus to me it said, ".Wherefore pluck me only To wither and to fade ?" Up with its roots I dug it, I bore it as it grew, And in my garden-plot at home I planted it anew ; All in a still and shady place, Beside my home so dear, And now it thanks me for my pains And blossoms all the year. THE MUSES' SON. [Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical effusions used to pour out from him.] Through field and wood to stray And pipe my tuneful lay,— Tis thus my days are passed ; And all keep tune with me, And move on in harmony, And so on, to the last. To wait I scarce have power The garden's earliest flower. The tree's first bloom in spring; They hail my joyous strain, — When winter comes again, Of that sweet dream I sing. My song sounds far and near, O'er ice it echoes clear, Then winter blossoms bright; And when his blossoms fly, Fresh raptures meet mine eye, Upon the well-tilled height. When 'neath the linden-tree, Young folks I chance t...« less