By the fast setting sun;Share
The pensive fair maiden
Looks thoughtfully on;
She roams by the streamlet,
O’er meadows she goes,
And darker and darker
The pathway fast grows.
I rise on a sudden,
A glimmering star;
“What glitters above me,
So near and so far?”
And when thou with wonder
Hast gazed on the light,
I fall down before thee,
Entranced by thy sight!
~From "Longing" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Last Judgment
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