THIS page a chain to bring thee burns, <br /> <br />That, train'd to suppleness of old, <br />On thy fair neck to nestle, yearns, <br /> <br />In many a hundred little fold. <br /> <br />To please the silly thing consent! <br /> <br />'Tis harmless, and from boldness free; <br />By day a trifling ornament, <br /> <br />At night 'tis cast aside by thee. <br /> <br />But if the chain they bring thee ever, <br /> <br />Heavier, more fraught with weal or woe, <br />I'd then, Lisette, reproach thee never <br /> <br />If thou shouldst greater scruples show.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-a-golden-necklace/
