BUSH and vale thou fill'st again <br /> <br />With thy misty ray, <br />And my spirit's heavy chain <br /> <br />Castest far away. <br /> <br />Thou dost o'er my fields extend <br /> <br />Thy sweet soothing eye, <br />Watching like a gentle friend, <br /> <br />O'er my destiny. <br /> <br />Vanish'd days of bliss and woe <br /> <br />Haunt me with their tone, <br />Joy and grief in turns I know, <br /> <br />As I stray alone. <br /> <br />Stream beloved, flow on! flow on! <br /> <br />Ne'er can I be gay! <br />Thus have sport and kisses gone, <br /> <br />Truth thus pass'd away. <br /> <br />Once I seem'd the lord to be <br /> <br />Of that prize so fair! <br />Now, to our deep sorrow, we <br /> <br />Can forget it ne'er. <br /> <br />Murmur, stream, the vale along, <br /> <br />Never cease thy sighs; <br />Murmur, whisper to my song <br /> <br />Answering melodies! <br /> <br />When thou in the winter's night <br /> <br />Overflow'st in wrath, <br />Or in spring-time sparklest bright, <br /> <br />As the buds shoot forth. <br /> <br />He who from the world retires, <br /> <br />Void of hate, is blest; <br />Who a friend's true love inspires, <br /> <br />Leaning on his breast! <br /> <br />That which heedless man ne'er knew, <br /> <br />Or ne'er thought aright, <br />Roams the bosom's labyrinth through, <br /> <br />Boldly into night.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-moon-4/
