Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SONG OF MIGNON, by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE


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First Line: Knows't thou the land where citron-flowers
Last Line: Our pathway leads: o father, let us go!
Subject(s): Goethe, Johann Wolfgang Von (1749-1832); Singing & Singers; Songs


KNOWS'T thou the land where citron-flowers unfold?
Through dusky foliage gleams the orange-gold;
Soft breezes float beneath the dark-blue sky;
The myrtle sleeps, the laurel shoots on high?
Thither -- that land dost thou not know?
Would I with thee, O my Beloved, go!

Know'st thou the house, its roof on pillars fair?
The long hall shines, the chambers glimmer there;
And marble statues stand and gaze on me:
Poor child, they say, what ill was done to thee?
Thither -- that house dost thou not know?
Would I with thee, O my Protector, go.

Know'st thou the mountain? Through the cloud it soars;
In rolling mist the mule his path ex plores;
The ancient dragons haunt its caverns deep,
And o'er the crashing rock the torrents leap?
Thither -- the hills dost thou not know?
Our pathway leads: O Father, let us go!





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