Resembles life, And watch them revealing
Know'st thou the mountain, and its cloudy bridge?The mule can scarcely find the misty ridge;In caverns dwells the dragon's olden brood,The frowning crag obstructs the raging flood.Know'st thou it well?
Nature's most beauteous flower,'Till gather'd by my love, and press'd,When weary, 'gainst her gentle breast,For e'en, for e'en
-----'TIS easier far a wreath to bind,Than a good owner fort to find.-----I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight,Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light.-----To the mother I give;For the daughter I live.-----A BREACH is every day,
Dreary autumn 'tis to me!
Round his lips the cooling Zephyr sighs.His mouth is red--its power I dread,With one glance from him, all sorrow's fled.
Till I from hence can go.And when she plucks a flow'ret blue,And says "Forget-me-not!"--I, too,
My heart is burning.My grief no mortals know,
Margaret's SongFrom Faust腜art II.:--