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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - In A Word
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THUS to be chain`d for ever, can I bear?
A very torment that, in truth, would be.
This very day my new resolve shall see.—
I`ll not go near the lately-worshipp`d Fair.
Yet what excuse, my heart, can I prepare
In such a case, for not consulting thee?
But courage! while our sorrows utter we
In tones where love, grief, gladness have a share.
But see! the minstrel`s bidding to obey,
Its melody pours forth the sounding lyre,
Yearning a sacrifice of love to bring.
Scarce wouldst thou think it—ready is the lay;
Well, but what then? Methought in the first fire
We to her presence flew, that lay to sing.
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