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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Goblet
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ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,—
In my two hands tightly clasp`d I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp`d I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.

Amor enter`d in, and found me sitting,
And he gently smiled in modest fashion,
Smiled as though the foolish one he pitied.

"Friend, I know a far more beauteous vessel,
One wherein to sink thy spirit wholly;
Say, what wilt thou give me, if I grant it,
And with other nectar fill it for thee?"

Oh, how kindly hath he kept his promise!
For to me, who long had yearn`d, he granted
Thee, my Lida, fill`d with soft affection.

When I clasp mine arms around thee fondly,
When I drink in love`s long-hoarded balsam
From thy darling lips so true, so faithful,
Fill`d with bliss thus speak I to my spirit
"No! a vessel such as this, save Amor
Never god hath fashion`d or been lord of!
Such a form was ne`er produced by Vulcan
With his cunning, reason-gifted hammers!
On the leaf-crown`d mountains may Lyaeus
Bid his Fauns, the oldest and the wisest,
Pass the choicest clusters through the winepress,
And himself watch o`er the fermentation:
Such a draught no toil can e`er procure him!"
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