The Convert

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Title:     The Convert
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [More Titles by Goethe]

The Convert

As at sunset I was straying

Silently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,

And the rocks gave back the song,
So la, Ia! &c.

Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;

Sweet each kiss he gave me then!
And I said, "Play once more to me!"

And he kindly play'd again,
So la, la! &c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,

All my happiness has flown;
Yet my ears are ever greeted

With that olden, blissful tone,
So la, la! &c.


1791.

-THE END-
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: The Convert

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