The Hunter's Even-Song

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Title:     The Hunter's Even-Song
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [More Titles by Goethe]

THE plain with still and wand'ring feet,

And gun full-charged, I tread,
And hov'ring see thine image sweet,

Thine image dear, o'er head.

In gentle silence thou dost fare

Through field and valley dear;
But doth my fleeting image ne'er

To thy mind's eye appear?

His image, who, by grief oppress'd,

Roams through the world forlorn,
And wanders on from east to west,

Because from thee he's torn?

When I would think of none but thee,

Mine eyes the moon survey;
A calm repose then steals o'er me,

But how, 'twere hard to say.

1776.

-THE END-
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem: The Hunter's Even-Song

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