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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Idyll</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to<br>commence its festive procession.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Written for the birthday of the Duchess Louisa of Weimar.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE festal day hail ye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With garlands of pleasure,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dances' soft measure,<br>With rapture commingled<br>And sweet choral song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how I yearn from out the crowd to flee!<br>What joy a secret glade would give to me!<br>Amid the throng, the turmoil here,<br>Confined the plain, the breezes e'en appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now order it truly,<br>That ev'ry one duly<br>May roam and may wander,<br>Now here, and now yonder,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadows along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[The Chorus retreats gradually, and the song becomes fainter and<br>fainter, till it dies away in the distance.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain ye call, in vain would lure me on;<br>True my heart speaks,--but with itself alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if I may view</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A blessing-fraught land,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heaven's clear blue,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the plain's verdant hue,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone I'll rejoice,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Undisturbed by man's voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And there I'll pay homage</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To womanly merit,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Observe it in spirit,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In spirit pay homage;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To echo alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall my secret be known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CHORUS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Faintly mingling with Damon's song in the distance.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To echo--alone--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall my secret--be known.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend, why meet I here with thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast'nest not to join the festal throng?<br>No longer stay, but come with me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mingle in the dance and song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou'rt welcome, friend! but suffer me to roam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where these old beeches hide me from man's view:<br>Love seeks in solitude a home,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And homage may retreat there too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou seekest here a spurious fame,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hast a mind to-day to grieve me.<br>Love as thy portion thou mayst claim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But homage thou must share with all, believe me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When their voices thousands raise,<br>And the dawn of morning praise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Rapture bringing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Blithely singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On before us,<br>Heart and ear in pleasure vie;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And when thousands join in chorus,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the feelings brightly glowing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the wishes overflowing,<br>Forcibly they'll bear thee high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[The Chorus gradually approaches, from the distance.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DAMON.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distant strains are hither wending,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I'm gladden'd by the throng;<br>Yes, they're coming,--yes, descending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the valley from the height,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MENALCAS.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us haste, our footsteps blending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the rhythm of the song!<br>Yes, they come; their course they're bending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tow'rd the wood's green sward so bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS.<br>[Gradually becoming louder.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, we hither come, attending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the harmony of song,<br>As the hours their race are ending</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On this day of blest delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ALL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let none reveal<br>The thoughts we feel,<br>The aims we own!<br>Let joy alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disclose the story!<br>She'll prove it right<br>And her delight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Includes the glory,<br>Includes the bliss<br>Of days like this!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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[Written for the birthday of the Duchess Louisa of Weimar.]

CHORUS.

THE festal day hail ye

With garlands of pleasure,

And dances' soft measure,
With r..."></div>
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