MY heart is sad, <br /> <br />My peace is o'er; <br />I find it never <br /> <br />And nevermore. <br /> <br />When gone is he, <br />The grave I see; <br />The world's wide all <br />Is turned to gall. <br /> <br />Alas, my head <br /> <br />Is well-nigh crazed; <br />My feeble mind <br /> <br />Is sore amazed. <br /> <br />My heart is sad, <br /> <br />My peace is o'er; <br />I find it never <br /> <br />And nevermore. <br /> <br />For him from the window <br /> <br />Alone I spy; <br />For him alone <br /> <br />From home go I. <br /> <br />His lofty step, <br /> <br />His noble form, <br />His mouth's sweet smile, <br /> <br />His glances warm, <br /> <br />His voice so fraught <br /> <br />With magic bliss, <br />His hand's soft pressure, <br /> <br />And, ah, his kiss! <br /> <br />My heart is sad, <br /> <br />My peace is o'er; <br />I find it never <br /> <br />And nevermore. <br /> <br />My bosom yearns <br /> <br />For his form so fair; <br />Ah, could I clasp him <br /> <br />And hold him there! <br /> <br />My kisses sweet <br /> <br />Should stop his breath, <br />And 'neath his kisses <br /> <br />I'd sink in death!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-faust-v-margaret-at-her-spinning-wheel/
