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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Living Remembrance
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HALF vex`d, half pleased, thy love will feel,
Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal;
To thee they`re much—I won`t conceal;

Such self-deceit may pardon`d be;
A veil, a kerchief, garter, rings,
In truth are no mean trifling things,

But still they`re not enough for me.

She who is dearest to my heart,
Gave me, with well dissembled smart,
Of her own life, a living part,

No charm in aught beside I trace;
How do I scorn thy paltry ware!
A lock she gave me of the hair

That wantons o`er her beauteous face.

If, loved one, we must sever`d be,
Wouldst thou not wholly fly from me,
I still possess this legacy,

To look at, and to kiss in play.—
My fate is to the hair`s allied,
We used to woo her with like pride,

And now we both are far away.

Her charms with equal joy we press`d,
Her swelling cheeks anon caress`d,
Lured onward by a yearning blest,

Upon her heaving bosom fell.
Oh rival, free from envy`s sway,
Thou precious gift, thou beauteous prey.

Remain my joy and bliss to tell!
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