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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To Belinda
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WHEREFORE drag me to yon glittering eddy,

  With resistless might?
Was I, then, not truly blest already

  In the silent night?

In my secret chamber refuge taking,

  `Neath the moon`s soft ray,
And her awful light around me breaking,

  Musing there I lay.

And I dream`d of hours with joy o`erflowing,

  Golden, truly blest,
While thine image so beloved was glowing

  Deep within my breast.

Now to the card-table hast thou bound me,

  `Midst the torches glare?
Whilst unhappy faces are around me,

  Dost thou hold me there?

Spring-flow`rs are to me more rapture-giving,

  Now conceal`d from view;
Where thou, angel, art, is Nature living,

  Love and kindness too.
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