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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Maiden Speaks
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How grave thou lookest, loved one! wherefore so?
Thy marble image seems a type of thee;
Like it, no sign of life thou giv`st to me;
Compared with thee, the stone appears to glow.
Behind his shield in ambush lurks the foe,
The friend`s brow all-unruffled we should see.
I seek thee, but thou seek`st away to flee;
Fix`d as this sculptured figure, learn to grow!
Tell me, to which should I the preference pay?
Must I from both with coldness meet alone?
The one is lifeless, thou with life art blest.
In short, no longer to throw words away,
I`ll fondy kiss and kiss and kiss this stone,
Till thou dost tear me hence with envious breast.
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