Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow, <br />in darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow, <br />a soft wind blows from the pure blue sky, <br />the myrtle stands mute, and the bay-tree high? <br />Do you know it well? <br /> It’s there I’d be gone, <br />to be there with you, O, my beloved one! <br /> <br />Do you know the house? It has columns and beams, <br />there are glittering rooms, the hallway gleams, <br />and figures of marble looking at me? <br />‘What have they done, child of misery? <br />Do you know it well? <br /> It’s there I’d be gone, <br />to be there with you, O my true guardian! <br /> <br />Do you know the clouded mountain mass? <br />The mule picks its way through the misted pass, <br />and dragons in caves raise their ancient brood, <br />and the cliffs are polished smooth by the flood; <br />Do you know it well? <br /> It’s there I would be gone! <br />It’s there our way leads! Father, we must go on!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mignon/
