HERE in silence the lover fondly mused on his loved one; <br />Gladly he spake to me thus: "Be thou my witness, thou stone! <br />Yet thou must not be vainglorious, thou hast many companions; <br />Unto each rock on the plain, where I, the happy one, dwell, <br />Unto each tree of the wood that I cling to, as onward I ramble, <br />'Be thou a sign of my bliss!' shout I, and then 'tis ordain'd. <br />Yet to thee only I lend a voice, as a Muse from the people <br />Chooseth one for herself, kissing his lips as a friend."<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chosen-cliff/
