[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation he was in one brightmoonlight night led to the composition of this sweet song, whichwas "the dearer to him because he could not say whence it cameand whither it would."]
The last hour's kiss, so sadly sweet, effac'd
II. ElegyIII. AtonementThe Remembrance of the GoodWhen I was still a youthful WightFor EverFrom an Album of 1604Lines on seeing Schiller's SkullRoyal PrayerHuman FeelingsOn the DivanHans Sachs' Poetical Mission
Guide to the threshold where she slumbers calm:Oh be it mine, there too at length to rest,--
Let this soul, by virtue stirr'd,
Comes here, with his bucket full!
Speechless His love.Who to Earth's prison
"Let us now return," she continued, "the custom is alwaysTo admonish the maidens who tarry too long at the fountain,Yet how delightful it is by the fast-flowing water to chatter!"Then they both arose, and once more directed their glancesInto the fountain, and then a blissful longing came o'er them.
Fair in form, with painted face,--
All-figure-changing-one, there know I thee.
When the woman heard this cruel message,Mute and full of sorrow stood that true one.At the doors she hears the feet of horses,And bethinks that Asan comes--her husband,To the tower she springs, to leap thence headlong,Her two darling daughters follow sadly,And whilst weeping bitter tears, exclaim they:These are not our father Asan's horses;'Tis thy brother Pintorowich coming!"
Is perish'd.So take the woman so dear to thy breast!In her young and innocent charms be blest,
The last am I,--the black and small,And fain would be right merry withal.I like to eat and to drink full measure,I eat and drink, and give thanks with pleasure.