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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - On The Lake
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I DRINK fresh nourishment, new blood

From out this world more free;
The Nature is so kind and good

That to her breast clasps me!
The billows toss our bark on high,

And with our oars keep time,
While cloudy mountains tow`rd the sky

Before our progress climb.

Say, mine eye, why sink`st thou down?
Golden visions, are ye flown?

Hence, thou dream, tho` golden-twin`d;

Here, too, love and life I find.

Over the waters are blinking

Many a thousand fair star;
Gentle mists are drinking

Round the horizon afar.
Round the shady creek lightly

Morning zephyrs awake,
And the ripen`d fruit brightly

Mirrors itself in the lake.
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