Page:The Works of J. W. von Goethe, Volume 9.djvu/45

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POEMS OF GOETHE
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Is't hope? Do I wander?
Ye rocks and trees yonder,
Disclose ye the loved one,
Disclose my delight!

THE LANGUISHING.

O'er my sad fate I sorrow,
To each dewy morrow,
Veiled here from man's sight.
By the many mistaken,
Unknown and forsaken,
Here wing I my flight!
Compassionate spirit!
Let none ever hear it,—
Conceal my affliction,
Conceal thy delight!

THE HUNTER.

To-day I'm rewarded;
Rich booty's afforded
By Fortune so bright.
My servant, the pheasants,
And hares fit for presents,
Takes homeward at night.
Here see I enraptured
In nets the birds captured!—
Long life to the hunter!
Long live his delight!


THE MISANTHROPE.

At first awhile sits he,
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,

Distorted hideously,—