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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To Lida
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THE only one whom, Lida, thou canst love,

Thou claim`st, and rightly claim`st, for only thee;
He too is wholly thine; since doomed to rove

Far from thee, in life`s turmoils nought I see
Save a thin veil, through which thy form I view,
As though in clouds; with kindly smile and true,

It cheers me, like the stars eterne that gleam
Across the northern-lights` far-flick`ring beam.
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