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Word Gems
What is a man but the sum of his thoughts?


Poetry:

Goethe's
Charlotte

       


Tell me what fate has planned for us.
How did it join us in such close accord?
In ages now gone by
You were my sister or my wife.
 
You knew the hidden recess of my being,
And of my soul you grasped the subtle resonance.
With just a glance you saw me to the core,
To depths unseen by any other eye.
 
You quelled the raging torrent in my veins,
My wild and erring course you set aright
Until my heart, shattered and distraught,
Finally found its rest within your angel arms.

 



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