Doth shield us, brightly glistening;A song that profits and enthrall,
For if deadly were this silent smart
While love's pangs I prove;
Love still closer rivets now their lips,
Night already reigns o'er all,
By Fortune so bright.My servant the pheasants,And hares fit for presents
May be to veil them? No, no! O'er them to raise thee on high!-----DEMOCRATIC food soon cloys on the multitude's stomach;But I'll wager, ere long, other thou'lt give them instead.-----WHAT in France has pass'd by, the Germans continue to practise,
THUS roll I, never taking ease,My tub, like Saint Diogenes,Now serious am, now seek to please;Now love and hate in turn one sees;The motives now are those, now these;Now nothings, now realities.Thus roll I, never taking ease,My tub, like Saint Diogenes.
Soon a fish attack'd the bait;One exultant shout of joy,--
Up, up, lies my course.While downward the cloudsAre hovering, the cloudsAre bending to meet yearning love.For me,Within thine armsUpwards!Embraced and embracing!Upwards into thy bosom,Oh Father all-loving!
In the sinful heathen's way.Ah! upon the lofty wall
Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,
Oh, let me linger one short moment here!'Tis heaven's decree, I may not hence away.The rugged cliffs, the wood-encircled bay,Hold me a prisoner, and my flight delay.