WHAT is by this stir reveal'd? <br /> <br />Doth the East glad tidings bring? <br />For my heart's deep wounds are heal'd <br /> <br />By his mild and cooling wing. <br /> <br />He the dust with sports doth meet, <br /> <br />And in gentle cloudlets chase; <br />To the vineleaf's safe retreat <br /> <br />Drives the insects' happy race, <br /> <br />Cools these burning cheeks of mine, <br /> <br />Checks the sun's fierce glow Adam, <br />Kisses, as he flies, the vine, <br /> <br />Flaunting over hill and plain. <br /> <br />And his whispers soft convey <br /> <br />Thousand greetings from my friend; <br />Ere these hills own night's dark sway, <br /> <br />Kisses greet me, without end. <br /> <br />Thus canst thou still onward go, <br /> <br />Serving friend and mourner too! <br />There, where lofty ramparts glow, <br /> <br />Soon the loved one shall I view. <br /> <br />Ah, what makes the heart's truth known,-- <br /> <br />Love's sweet breath,--a newborn life,-- <br />Learn I from his mouth alone, <br /> <br />In his breath alone is rife!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-suleika-suleika-02/
