Locks of brown, still bind your captive <br />In the circle of her face! <br />I, beloved sinuous tresses, <br />Naught possess that's worth your grace- <br /> <br />But a heart whose love enduring <br />Swells in youthful fervor yet: <br />Snow and mists envelop Etna, <br />Making men the fire forget. <br /> <br />Yonder mountain's pride so stately <br />Thou dost shame like dawn's red glow; <br />And its spell once more bids Hatem <br />Thrill of spring and summer know. <br /> <br />Once more fill the glass, the flagon! <br />Let me drink to my desire. <br />If she find a heap of ashes, <br />Say, 'He perished in her fire!'<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hatem/
