Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

LY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd;
Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones at the last
Joyously plough'd and sow'd
Here food all living is budding,

IN Thule lived a monarch,
Still faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying mistressA golden goblet gave
Beyond all price he deem'd it,

ON brings reason—who can
An anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great
Where are the hours that fled so swiftly by
In vain the fairest thou didst gain from fate;

LD this early bliss but
Constant for one single hour
But e'en now the humid
Scatters many a vernal shower

EN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fields thou tendest well,
It o'er them spreads its slime and mud

SH'D on the hill  Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr  The
Softly are press'd;
The woodbird's asleep on the bough

HE tale of the Count our glad song shall
Who had in this castle his dwelling,
Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,
His grandson of whom we are telling