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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Book Of Suleika - These Tufted Branches
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THESE tufted branches fair

Observe, my loved one, well!
And see the fruits they bear

In green and prickly shell!

They`ve hung roll`d up, till now,

Unconsciously and still;
A loosely-waving bough

Doth rock them at its will.

Yet, ripening from within.

The kernel brown swells fast;
It seeks the air to win,

It seeks the sun at last.

With joy it bursts its thrall,

The shell must needs give way.
`Tis thus my numbers fall

Before thy feet, each day.
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