Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book Of Suleika - Suleika 01

THE sun appears! A glorious sight! The crescent-moon clings round him now. What could this wondrous pair unite? How to explain this riddle? How? HATEM. May this our joy's foreboder prove! In it I view myself and thee; Thou calmest me thy sun, my love,— Come, my sweet moon, cling thou round me!