Two words there 'are, both short, of beauty rare, <br />Whose sounds our lips so often love to frame, <br />But which with clearness never can proclaim <br />The things whose own peculiar stamp they bear. <br />'Tis well in days of age and youth so fair, <br />One on the other boldly to inflame; <br />And if those words together link'd we name, <br />A blissful rapture we discover there. <br />But now to give them pleasure do I seek, <br />And in myself my happiness would find; <br />I hope in silence, but I hope for this: <br />Gently, as loved one's names, those words to speak <br />To see them both within one image shrin'd, <br />Both in one being to embrace with bliss.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charade/
