April

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

TELL me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking;

For ye're saying something sweet,

Fit the ravish'd ear to greet,
Eloquently, softly speaking.

Yet I see now why ye're roving;

For behind those eyes so bright,

To itself abandon'd quite,
Lies a bosom, truthful, loving,

One that it must fill with pleasure

'Mongst so many, dull and blind,

One true look at length to find,
That its worth can rightly treasure.

Whilst I'm lost in studying ever

To explain these cyphers duly,

To unravel my looks truly
In return be your endeavour!

1820.

-THE END-
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: April

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