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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Friendly Meeting
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IN spreading mantle to my chin concealed,
I trod the rocky path, so steep and grey,
Then to the wintry plain I bent my way
Uneasily, to flight my bosom steel`d.
But sudden was the newborn day reveal`d:
A maiden came, in heavenly bright array,
Like the fair creatures of the poet`s lay
In realms of song. My yearning heart was heal`d.
Yet turn`d I thence, till she had onward pass`d,
While closer still the folds to draw I tried,
 As though with heat self-kindled to grow warm;
But follow`d her. She stood. The die was cast!
No more within my mantle could I hide;
I threw it off,—she lay within mine arm.
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