NIGHT THOUGHTS
Goethe
OH, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
You by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For you love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance you move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,
What far travels you have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,
I've forgotten you and midnight too!
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