IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, <br />No longer would they serve my life to gild. <br />The will of destiny must be fulfilid,-- <br />This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind. <br />No further happiness I now could find: <br />The former longings of my heart were still'd; <br />I sought her looks alone, whereon to build <br />My joy in life,--all else was left behind. <br />Wine's genial glow, the festal banquet gay, <br />Ease, sleep, and friends, all wonted pleasures glad <br />I spurn'd, till little there remain'd to prove. <br />Now calmly through the world I wend my way: <br />That which I crave may everywhere be had, <br />With me I bring the one thing needful--love.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/food-in-travel/
