Goethe's West-Easterly Divan
General Books, 2013 - 54 pages
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... was sad. The ruler pondered when the spender died To whom the giving power he should confide; But scarce could he consider who Than monstrous rich the taker grew; When for a day one ceased to give, For gold the people scarce could live. Then to the monarch first 'twas plain How every mischief hatches gain: Of that good chance he made the most, And never filled the spender's post. The new pot to the kettle said, "Thy belly has a smutty look!" "It is because I serve the cook. Snick up, snick up, thou ninnyhead, An end there '11 soon be to thy story: So don't because the handle 's clean Go strutting in that conceited mien, But look at thy--' retiring glory.'" All the people, great and small, Spin a web against the wall; With nippers anxious for a bit Right smartly in the midst they sit. A broom comes travelling into it: Unheard of outrage--they exclaim, Greatest of palaces! What a shame! From heaven descending, Jesus brought The holy Writ's eternal thought. To his disciples day and night He read the Word that works with might, Then took it back the way it came. But they had rightly caught its aim, So, step by step, each one declared The way its sense within them fared, Each different. That's of no account, In wit they varied and amount; Yet Christians find in it to stay Their hunger till the judgment-day. IT IS GOOD. In Paradise by moonlight spied The Lord his Adam sunk in sleep, Drew near, and softly by his side He placed an Eve in slumber deep. In limits of the clay expressed, God's two divinest thoughts there rest. 'Tis good! He cried, the skill to pay, And scarce could tear himself away. No wonder that the spell is fine When eyes do first to eyes incline, As if the glances went so far We came to Him whose thoughts we...