Last Lines of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
All those soe'er, who put their trust in you.And ne'er was seen again.And settling flowerets in her golden hair.And when e'en the grave is closing, Hope is ever standing near.And, ere winter came to chill him, sound he slept beneath the sward.And, with a kiss, inspires for evermore.Are wafted on pinions of fire to the sky!As for this draught I thank you!As the days are link'd together, one short dream but intervening.At her feet!But, alack! in his arms the child lay dead!Doth rouse within men's breasts the love of ART.Gave all -- Love's perfect gift -- her glorious self, to me!He look'd upon the twain, like Joseph standing by.Led them unto Paradise.No perfect Sabbath of unbroken rest.Shall gladden them, when we are in the tomb.Slumber did his brother's duty -- Sleep was deepen'd into Death.So shall peace return to thee!Stood desolate and lone!That is for the days of dalliance, and it melts with golden speed.That were at once their glory and their pang!The deepest grief upon the heart of Phoebus and the Muses all.To the ancient gods aloft we soar.To utter these high secrets reverently.Was all too great for lessons even like these!Whilst Cupid evermore remains the child.Whilst her child is in the cradle -- Slumbers pass too soon away.Woman wavers but to seek him -- Is not then the fault in thee?