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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Page And The Miller`s Daughter
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WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller`s daughter so fair!

Thy name, pray?—

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.

               `Tis Lizzy.

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Where goest thou? Where?
With the rake in thy hand?

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.
Father`s meadows and land

To visit, I`m busy.

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Dost go there alone?

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.
By this rake, sir, `tis shown

That we`re making the hay;
And the pears ripen fast
In the garden at last,

So I`ll pick them to-day.

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Is`t a silent thicket I yonder view?

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.
Oh, yes! there are two;
There`s one on each side.

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I`ll follow thee soon;
When the sun burns at noon
We`ll go there, o`urselves from his rays to hide,
And then in some glade all-verdant and deep—

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.
Why, people would say—

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Within mine arms thou gently wilt sleep.

MILLER`S DAUGHTER.

Your pardon, I pray!
Whoever is kiss`d by the miller-maid,
Upon the spot must needs be betray`d.

`Twould give me distress

To cover with white
Your pretty dark dress.
Equal with equal! then all is right!
That`s the motto in which I delight.
I am in love with the miller-boy;
He wears nothing that I could destroy.
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