Departure

With many a thousand kiss not yet content,
At length with One kiss I was forced to go;
After that bitter parting's depth of woe,
I deem'd the shore from which my steps I bent,

Its hills, streams, dwellings, mountains, as I went,
A pledge of joy, till daylight ceased to glow;
Then on my sight did blissful visions grow
In the dim-lighted, distant firmament.

And when at length the sea confined my gaze,
My ardent longing fill'd my heart once more;
What I had lost, unwillingly I sought.

Then Heaven appear'd to shed its kindly rays;
Methought that all I had possess'd of yore
Remain'd still mine — that I was reft of nought.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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