ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing, <br /> <br />Oh, how much I envy thee! <br />Thou to him canst tidings bring <br /> <br />How our parting saddens me! <br /> <br />In my breast, a yearning still <br /> <br />As thy pinions wave, appears; <br />Flow'rs and eyes, and wood, and hill <br /> <br />At thy breath are steeped in tears. <br /> <br />Yet thy mild wing gives relief, <br /> <br />Soothes the aching eyelid's pain; <br />Ah, I else had died for grief, <br /> <br />Him ne'er hoped to see again. <br /> <br />To my love, then, quick repair, <br /> <br />Whisper softly to his heart; <br />Yet, to give him pain, beware, <br /> <br />Nor my bosom's pangs impart. <br /> <br />Tell him, but in accents coy, <br /> <br />That his love must be my life; <br />Both, with feelings fraught with joy, <br /> <br />In his presence will be rife.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-suleika-suleika-03/
