Mischievous Joy, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poem by : Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AS a butterfly renew’d,
When in life I breath’d my last,
To the spots my flight I wing,
Scenes of heav’nly rapture past,
Over meadows, to the spring,
Round the hill, and through the wood.
Soon a tender pair I spy,
And I look down from my seat
On the beauteous maiden’s head–
When embodied there I meet
All I lost as soon as dead,
Happy as before am I.
Him she clasps with silent smile,
And his mouth the hour improves,
Sent by kindly Deities;
First from breast to mouth it roves,
Then from mouth to hands it flies,
And I round him sport the while.
And she sees me hov’ring near;
Trembling at her lovers rapture,
Up she springs–I fly away,
“Dearest! let’s the insect capture
Come! I long to make my prey
Yonder pretty little dear!”
This entry was posted on June 9, 2015 by nigel borrington. It was filed under Gallery, Nature and Wildlife, Nigel Borrington, Poetry Gallery, Solo images and was tagged with A Butterfly Message, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Mischievous Joy, Nature, Nature photography, Nigel Borrington, poems, poetry, wildlife.
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Wonderful. I was drawn to Goethe (along with the other Sturm und Drang Romantics) as a young man and am returning to him as I approach old age. Fabulous picture.
June 9, 2015 at 10:22 am
Hello Simon 🙂 🙂
The pleasure of age and time to read again 🙂 🙂 , – don’t tell anyone HAHAHA !!!
Thank you , very pleased you enjoyed this post 🙂 🙂
June 9, 2015 at 10:28 am
Perfect match of poetry and image.
June 10, 2015 at 9:43 am
Hello 🙂 🙂
Thank you 🙂 very pleased you enjoyed 🙂
June 10, 2015 at 2:53 pm