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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Charade
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Two words there `are, both short, of beauty rare,
Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame,
But which with clearness never can proclaim
The things whose own peculiar stamp they bear.
`Tis well in days of age and youth so fair,
One on the other boldly to inflame;
And if those words together link`d we name,
A blissful rapture we discover there.
But now to give them pleasure do I seek,
And in myself my happiness would find;
I hope in silence, but I hope for this:
Gently, as loved one`s names, those words to speak
To see them both within one image shrin`d,
Both in one being to embrace with bliss.
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