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Friedrich Schiller - Rapture -- To Laura
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From earth I seem to wing my flight,
And sun myself in Heaven`s pure light,
  When thy sweet gaze meets mine
I dream I quaff ethereal dew,
When my own form I mirrored view
  In those blue eyes divine!

Blest notes from Paradise afar,
Or strains from some benignant star
  Enchant my ravished ear:
My Muse feels then the shepherd`s hour
When silvery tones of magic power
  Escape those lips so dear!

Young Loves around thee fan their wings—
Behind, the maddened fir-tree springs,
  As when by Orpheus fired:
The poles whirl round with swifter motion,
When in the dance, like waves o`er Ocean,
  Thy footsteps float untired!

Thy look, if it but beam with love,
Could make the lifeless marble move,
  And hearts in rocks enshrine:
My visions to reality
Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye
  I read—that thou art mine!
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