Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd.Ah! who'll e'er the days restore
Oh neglect not what I say,
He covers with joy his sad heart.So I think of my daughter, as years pass away,
Lack-a-day!The False another portion sought,The True with tediousness were fraught,The Best could not be bought.
-----Poet's art is ever ableTo endow with truth mere fable.----MIGNON.[This universally known poem is also to be found in WilhelmMeister.]
I may thump the table.
Though all things fall and rise;Long may we thus remain!
But may my mistress' Advent ever prove,