Goethe

New Love, New Life

Heart, my heart, what can it mean? What could trouble you so? What a strange new life, it seems! You, I no longer know. Everything you loved is done, Everything that grieved you, All your work and peace is gone – How could this overtake you! Are you caught by lovely youth By that beloved form, By those eyes so good and true, By that all-powerful force? When I try to run away, Collect myself and flee, In a moment my path strays Back to her you see. By that magic thread, so That cannot be untied, The dear wanton girl, oh She holds me fast: and I Must lie within her magic spell And live where she may go. How great the change, I tell! Love! Love! Let me go!

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