Poems of Goethe


LET the Greek his plastic clay

Mould in human fashion,
While his own creation may

Wake his glowing passion;

But it is our joy to court

Great Euphrates' torrent,
Here and there at will to sport

In the Wat'ry current.

Quench'd I thus my spirit's flame,

Songs had soon resounded;
Water drawn by bards whose fame

Pure is, may be rounded.+

(+ This oriental belief in the power of the pure to roll-up water into a
crystal hail is made the foundation of the Interesting Pariah Legend,
that will be found elsewhere amongst the Ballads.)