WHY do I o'er my paper once more bend? <br />Ask not too closely, dearest one, I pray <br />For, to speak truth, I've nothing now to say; <br />Yet to thy hands at length 'twill come, dear friend. <br />Since I can come not with it, what I send <br />My undivided heart shall now convey, <br />With all its joys, hopes, pleasures, pains, to-day: <br />All this hath no beginning, hath no end. <br />Henceforward I may ne'er to thee confide <br />How, far as thought, wish, fancy, will, can reach, <br />My faithful heart with thine is surely blended. <br />Thus stood I once enraptured by thy side, <br />Gazed on thee, and said nought. What need of speech? <br />My very being in itself was ended.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loving-one-once-more/
