The Convert

As at sunset I was straying
Silently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,
And the rocks gave back the song,
So la, la! &c.

Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;
Sweet each kiss he gave me then!
And I said, " Play once more to me! "
And he kindly play'd again,
So, la, la! &c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,
All my happiness has flown;
Yet my ears are ever greeted
With that olden, blissful tone,
So la, la! &c.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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