The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Proximity

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PROXIMITY.

I know not wherefore, dearest love,
Thou often art so strange and coy!
When 'mongst man's busy haunts we move,
Thy coldness puts to flight my joy.
But soon as night and silence round us reign,
I know thee by thy kisses sweet again!