Classic Poem

Is your soul, then, such a climber!
Has she really left beneath her
Now the cold unruffled ether
Of the ancient bard of Weimar?

Klärchen's company is dreary,
Gretchen, Serlo's maid, defective?
The affinities elective
Of Ottilia only weary?

'Tis for Germany you'll fight now,
And the day of Mignon's over?
And Philina, freedom's lover,
Does not satisfy your flight now?

For the people's cause, as meet is,
With a Lüneburger's valour
You will boldly talk till pallor
Strikes the despots and their treaties!

I am pleased that, far and wide, a
Rumour tells me you are lauded:
As the Mirabeau applauded—
Of the Lüneburger Heide!