All proposed attending.Johnny, go and look around!
Here was the boundary of thine inmost strife:And seeing one so fair, so glorified,The fount of yearning tears was straightway dried.
To church like other people;He roam'd abroad, when rang the chimes
Strains the lover holds so dear,Though like sighs and wailings ringing
Whence the drops so fragrant fell;By the locks, whose gentle care
As round ev'ry world it goes--
Long life to the hunter!
How, in veil and garment white array'd,With a black and gold band round her brow,
Free and unending the shoot seemeth in fullness to be;Yet here Nature restraineth, with powerful hands, the formation,
THE Poems composed by Goethe under this title are five innumber, of which three are here given. The other two are entirelypersonal in their allusions, and not of general interest. One ofthem is a Requiem on the Prince de Ligne, who died in 1814, andwhom Goethe calls "the happiest man of the century," and theother was composed in honour of the 70th birthday of his friendZelter the composer, when Goethe was himself more than 79 (1828).The following sweet aria introduced in the latter is, however,worth giving:--
One drop of which she'll on her finger take,When soften'd by his love and faithfulness,