As a fisher-boy I fared <br /> <br />To the black rock in the sea, <br />And, while false gifts I prepared. <br /> <br />Listen'd and sang merrily, <br />Down descended the decoy, <br /> <br />Soon a fish attack'd the bait; <br />One exultant shout of joy,- <br /> <br />And the fish was captured straight. <br /> <br />Ah! on shore, and to the wood <br /> <br />Past the cliffs, o'er stock and stone, <br />One foot's traces I pursued, <br /> <br />And the maiden was alone. <br />Lips were silent, eyes downcast <br /> <br />As a clasp-knife snaps the bait, <br />With her snare she seized me fast, <br /> <br />And the boy was captured straight. <br /> <br />Heav'n knows who's the happy swain <br /> <br />That she rambles with anew! <br />I must dare the sea again, <br /> <br />Spite of wind and weather too. <br />When the great and little fish <br /> <br />Wail and flounder in my net, <br />Straight returns my eager wish <br /> <br />In her arms to revel yet!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-and-sorrow-3/
