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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Goldsmith`s Apprentice
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My neighbour, none can e`er deny,

Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,

When working at my trade.

To ring and chain I hammer then

The wire of gold assay`d,
And think the while: "For Kate, oh when

Will such a ring be made?"

And when she takes her shutters down,

Her shop at once invade,
To buy and haggle, all the town,

For all that`s there displayd.

I file, and maybe overfile

The wire of gold assay`d;
My master grumbles all the while,—

Her shop the mischief made.

To ply her wheel she straight begins,

When not engaged in trade;
I know full well for what she spins,—

`Tis hope guides that dear maid.

Her leg, while her small foot treads on,

Is in my mind portray`d;
Her garter I recall anon,—

I gave it that dear maid.

Then to her lips the finest thread

Is by her hand convey`d.
Were I there only in its stead,

How I would kiss the maid!
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