Wille wo wo wo!
[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation he was in one brightmoonlight night led to the composition of this sweet song, whichwas "the dearer to him because he could not say whence it cameand whither it would."]
Which in thy friend it richly hath supplied.
I was kept confined;There I sat for many a year,
Seldom is the cock at rest;Thou must either mount, or fall,
Kindly intercourse sprang, slowly unfolding its leaves;Soon how friendship with might unveil'd itself in our bosoms,
It seeks the sun at last.
And fain would silence keep;Yet since to speak I now am bid,
Go, fetch me my purse for gaming.
And, ah, his kiss!
NOBLE be man,Helpful and good!For that aloneDistinguisheth himFrom all the beingsUnto us known.
Happily live,--and, in thee, ages long vanish'd will live!Food for song, where hop'st thou to find it? I only can give it,
Comes it again.Aid me, ye Muses,
Yes, a world where life is moving,
And deeply feels his glance of might,While, stamped with his own effigy,