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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maid Of The Mill's Repentance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUTH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From out my house, I tell thee!<br>Or else I needs must, in my wrath,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Expel thee!<br>What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,<br>Of love and a maiden's silent truth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who'll trust to such a story!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GIPSY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing of a maid's repentant fears,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And long and bitter yearning;<br>Her levity's changed to truth and tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All-burning.<br>She dreads no more the threats of her mother,<br>She dreads far less the blows of her brother,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Than the dearly loved-one's hatred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUTH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of selfishness sing and treacherous lies,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of murder and thievish plunder!<br>Such actions false will cause no surprise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or wonder.<br>When they share their booty, both clothes and purse,--<br>As bad as you gipsies, and even worse,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such tales find ready credence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GIPSY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Alas, alas! oh what have I done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Can listening aught avail me?<br>I hear him toward my room hasten on,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To hail me.<br>My heart beat high, to myself I said:<br>'O would that thou hadst never betray'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That night of love to thy mother!'&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUTH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! I foolishly ventured there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the cheating silence misled me;<br>Ah, sweetest! let me to thee repair,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor dread me!<br>When suddenly rose a fearful din,<br>Her mad relations came pouring in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My blood still boils in my body!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GIPSY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh when will return an hour like this?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I pine in silent sadness;<br>I've thrown away my only true bliss</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With madness.<br>Alas, poor maid! O pity my youth!<br>My brother was then full cruel in troth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To treat the loved one so basely!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE POET.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swarthy woman then went inside,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To the spring in the courtyard yonder;<br>Her eyes from their stain she purified,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And,--wonder!--<br>Her face and eyes were radiant and bright,<br>And the maid of the mill was disclosed to the sight</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of the startled and angry stripling!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE MAID OF THE MILL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou sweetest, fairest, dearly-loved life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Before thine anger I cower;<br>But blows I dread not, nor sharp-edged knife,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This hour<br>Of sorrow and love to thee I'll sing,<br>And myself before thy feet I'll fling,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And either live or die there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUTH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Affection, say, why buried so deep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In my heart hast thou lain hidden?<br>By whom hast thou now to awake from thy sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Been bidden?<br>Ah love, that thou art immortal I see!<br>Nor knavish cunning nor treachery</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Can destroy thy life so godlike.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE MAID OF THE MILL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If still with as fond and heartfelt love,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As thou once didst swear, I'm cherish'd,<br>Then nought of the rapture we used to prove</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Is perish'd.<br>So take the woman so dear to thy breast!<br>In her young and innocent charms be blest,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For all are thine from henceforward!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BOTH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, sun, sink to rest! Now, sun, arise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye stars, be now shining, now darkling!<br>A star of love now gleams in the skies,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All-sparkling!<br>As long as the fountain may spring and run,<br>So long will we two be blended in one,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Upon each other's bosoms!</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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AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth

 From out my house, I tell thee!
Or else I needs must, in my wrath,

 Expel thee!
What's this thou singest so falsely, forsooth,
Of love and a maiden's silent truth?

 Who'll trust to such a story!

GIPS..."></div>
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