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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Book Of Suleika - Hatem 03
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HOLD me, locks, securely caught

In the circle of her face!
Dear brown serpents, I have nought

To repay this act of grace,

Save a heart whose love ne`er dies,

Throbbing with aye-youthful glow;
For a raging ETA lies

`Neath its veil of mist and snow.

Yonder mountain`s stately brow

Thou, like morning beams, dost shame;
Once again feels Hatem now

Spring`s soft breath and summer`s flame.

One more bumper! Fill the glass;

This last cup I pledge to thee!—
By mine ashes if she pass,

"He consumed," she`ll say, "for me."
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