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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wanderer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUNG woman, may God bless thee,<br>Thee, and the sucking infant<br>Upon thy breast!<br>Let me, 'gainst this rocky wall,<br>Neath the elm-tree's shadow,<br>Lay aside my burden,<br>Near thee take my rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What vocation leads thee,<br>While the day is burning,<br>Up this dusty path?<br>Bring'st thou goods from out the town<br>Round the country?<br>Smil'st thou, stranger,<br>At my question?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the town no goods I bring.<br>Cool is now the evening;<br>Show to me the fountain<br>'Whence thou drinkest,<br>Woman young and kind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up the rocky pathway mount;<br>Go thou first! Across the thicket<br>Leads the pathway tow'rd the cottage<br>That I live in,<br>To the fountain<br>Whence I drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Signs of man's arranging hand<br>See I 'mid the trees!<br>Not by thee these stones were join'd,<br>Nature, who so freely scatterest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up, still up!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, a mossy architrave is here!<br>I discern thee, fashioning spirit!<br>On the stone thou hast impress'd thy seal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Onward, stranger!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over an inscription am I treading!<br>'Tis effaced!<br>Ye are seen no longer,<br>Words so deeply graven,<br>Who your master's true devotion<br>Should have shown to thousand grandsons!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At these stones, why<br>Start'st thou, stranger?<br>Many stones are lying yonder<br>Round my cottage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yonder?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W OMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the thicket,<br>Turning to the left,<br>Here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Muses and ye Graces!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This, then, is my cottage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a ruin'd temple!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just below it, see,<br>Springs the fountain<br>Whence I drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost hover<br>O'er thy grave, all glowing,<br>Genius! while upon thee<br>Hath thy master-piece<br>Fallen crumbling,<br>Thou Immortal One!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stay, a cup I'll fetch thee<br>Whence to drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ivy circles thy slender<br>Form so graceful and godlike.<br>How ye rise on high<br>From the ruins,<br>Column-pair<br>And thou, their lonely sister yonder,--<br>How thou,<br>Dusky moss upon thy sacred head,--<br>Lookest down in mournful majesty<br>On thy brethren's figures<br>Lying scatter'd<br>At thy feet!<br>In the shadow of the bramble<br>Earth and rubbish veil them,<br>Lofty grass is waving o'er them<br>Is it thus thou, Nature, prizest<br>Thy great masterpiece's masterpiece?<br>Carelessly destroyest thou<br>Thine own sanctuary,<br>Sowing thistles there?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the infant sleeps!<br>Wilt thou rest thee in the cottage,<br>Stranger? Wouldst thou rather<br>In the open air still linger?<br>Now 'tis cool! take thou the child<br>While I go and draw some water.<br>Sleep on, darling! sleep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet is thy repose!<br>How, with heaven-born health imbued,<br>Peacefully he slumbers!<br>Oh thou, born among the ruins<br>Spread by great antiquity,<br>On thee rest her spirit!<br>He whom it encircles<br>Will, in godlike consciousness,<br>Ev'ry day enjoy.<br>Full, of germ, unfold,<br>As the smiling springtime's<br>Fairest charm,<br>Outshining all thy fellows!<br>And when the blossom's husk is faded,<br>May the full fruit shoot forth<br>From out thy breast,<br>And ripen in the sunshine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God bless him!--Is he sleeping still?<br>To the fresh draught I nought can add,<br>Saving a crust of bread for thee to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thank thee well.<br>How fair the verdure all around!<br>How green!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My husband soon<br>Will home return<br>From labour. Tarry, tarry, man,<br>And with us eat our evening meal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is't here ye dwell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yonder, within those walls we live.<br>My father 'twas who built the cottage<br>Of tiles and stones from out the ruins.<br>'Tis here we dwell.<br>He gave me to a husbandman,<br>And in our arms expired.--<br>Hast thou been sleeping, dearest heart<br>How lively, and how full of play!<br>Sweet rogue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature, thou ever budding one,<br>Thou formest each for life's enjoyments,<br>And, like a mother, all thy children dear,<br>Blessest with that sweet heritage,--a home<br>The swallow builds the cornice round,<br>Unconscious of the beauties<br>She plasters up.<br>The caterpillar spins around the bough,<br>To make her brood a winter house;<br>And thou dost patch, between antiquity's<br>Most glorious relics,<br>For thy mean use,<br>Oh man, a humble cot,--<br>Enjoyest e'en mid tombs!--<br>Farewell, thou happy woman!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wilt not stay, then?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May God preserve thee,<br>And bless thy boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A happy journey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whither conducts the path<br>Across yon hill?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Cuma.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How far from hence?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WOMAN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis full three miles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WANDERER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell!<br>Oh Nature, guide me on my way!<br>The wandering stranger guide,<br>Who o'er the tombs<br>Of holy bygone times<br>Is passing,<br>To a kind sheltering place,<br>From North winds safe,<br>And where a poplar grove<br>Shuts out the noontide ray!<br>And when I come<br>Home to my cot<br>At evening,<br>Illumined by the setting sun,<br>Let me embrace a wife like this,<br>Her infant in her arms!</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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YOUNG woman, may God bless thee,
Thee, and the sucking infant
Upon thy breast!
Let me, 'gainst this rocky wall,
Neath the elm-tree's shadow,
Lay aside my burden,
Near thee take my rest.

WOMAN.

What vocation leads thee,
While the day i..."></div>
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