FITTING perfumes to prepare, <br /> <br />And to raise thy rapture high, <br />Must a thousand rosebuds fair <br /> <br />First in fiery torments die. <br /> <br />One small flask's contents to glean, <br /> <br />Whose sweet fragrance aye may live, <br />Slender as thy finger e'en, <br /> <br />Must a world its treasures give; <br /> <br />Yes, a world where life is moving, <br /> <br />Which, with impulse full and strong, <br />Could forbode the Bulbul's loving, <br /> <br />Sweet, and spirit-stirring song. <br /> <br />Since they thus have swell'd our joy, <br /> <br />Should such torments grieve us, then? <br />Doth not Timur's rule destroy <br /> <br />Myriad souls of living men?<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/book-of-timur-to-suleika/
