Know’st thou the Land where the pale Citrons blow,
And Golden Fruits through dark green foliage glow?
O soft the breeze that breathes from that blue sky!
Still stand the Myrtles and the Laurels high.
Know’st thou it well? O thither, Friend!
Thither with thee, Beloved! would I wend.
Know’st thou the House? On Columns rests its Height;
Shines the Saloon; the Chambers glisten bright;
And Marble Figures stand and look at me—
Ah, thou poor Child! what have they done to thee!
Know’st thou it well? O thither, Friend!
Thither with thee, Protector! would I wend.
S. T. Coleridge, from Goethe.
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| Original: | This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |
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| Translation: | This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |