|
|
| Other poetry sites Homepage |
|
The Eve Of Waterloo Darkness Prometheus She walks in Beauty And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair The Glove Phantasy - To Laura Rapture - To Laura The Secret Of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni My lady carries love within her eyes Death, always cruel Of Beauty and Duty To Luna To the Distant One The Fisherman The Castle on the Mountain The Raven The Lake Alone A Dream Within a Dream On His Blindness On His Deceased Wife To the Lady Margaret Ley Light |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To LunaLowest International Airfares - check for international airfares Lowest Air Fares - place to get lowest air fares Sister of the earliest light, Type of loveliness in sorrow, Silver mists thy radiance borrow, Even as they cross thy sight. When thou comest to the sky, In their dusky hollows waken, Spirits that are sad, forsaken, Birds that shun the day, and I. Looking downward far and wide, Hidden things thou dost discover. Luna! help a hapless lover, Lift him kindly to thy side! Aided by thy friendly beams, Let him through the lattice peeping, Look into the room where, sleeping, Lies the maiden of his dreams. Ah, I see her! Now I gaze, Bending in a trance Elysian, And I strain my inmost vision, And I gather all thy rays. Bright and brighter yet I see Charms no envious robes encumber; And she draws me to her slumber As Endymion once drew thee. |
