<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FLY, dearest, fly! He is not nigh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who found thee one fair morn in Spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing.<br>Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh!<br>Never rests the foot of evil spy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! flutes' sweet strains and love's refrains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reach the loved one, borne there by the wind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the soft heart open doors they find.<br>Hark! flutes' sweet strains and love's refrains,<br>Hark!--yet blissful love their echo pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erect his head, and firm his tread,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Raven hair around his smooth brow strays,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his cheeks a Spring eternal plays.<br>Erect his head, and firm his tread,<br>And by grace his ev'ry step is led.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy his breast, with pureness bless'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the dark eyes 'neath his eyebrows placed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With full many a beauteous line are graced.<br>Happy his breast, with pureness bless'd,<br>Soon as seen, thy love must be confess'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mouth is red--its power I dread,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his lips morn's fragrant incense lies,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round his lips the cooling Zephyr sighs.<br>His mouth is red--its power I dread,<br>With one glance from him, all sorrow's fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His blood is true, his heart bold too,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his soft arms, strength, protection, dwells</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his face with noble pity swells.<br>His blood is true, his heart bold too,<br>Blest the one whom those dear arms may woo!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418734" data-title="Such, Such Is He Who Pleaseth Me de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="FLY, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! He who found thee one fair morn in Spring In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing. Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! Never rests the foot of evil spy. Hark! flutes' sweet strains and love's refrains Rea..."></div> </div> </div>

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