My neighbour's curtain, well I see, <br /> <br />Is moving to and fin. <br />No doubt she's list'ning eagerly, <br /> <br />If I'm at home or no. <br /> <br />And if the jealous grudge I bore <br /> <br />And openly confess'd, <br />Is nourish'd by me as before, <br /> <br />Within my inmost breast. <br /> <br />Alas! no fancies such as these <br /> <br />E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts. <br />I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze <br /> <br />That with the curtain sports.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-deceit/
