How grave thou lookest, loved one! wherefore so? <br />Thy marble image seems a type of thee; <br />Like it, no sign of life thou giv'st to me; <br />Compared with thee, the stone appears to glow. <br />Behind his shield in ambush lurks the foe, <br />The friend's brow all-unruffled we should see. <br />I seek thee, but thou seek'st away to flee; <br />Fix'd as this sculptured figure, learn to grow! <br />Tell me, to which should I the preference pay? <br />Must I from both with coldness meet alone? <br />The one is lifeless, thou with life art blest. <br />In short, no longer to throw words away, <br />I'll fondy kiss and kiss and kiss this stone, <br />Till thou dost tear me hence with envious breast.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maiden-speaks/
