To Belinda.
Wherefore drag me to yon glittering eddy, With resistless might? Was I, then, not truly blest already In the silent night? In my secret chamber refuge taking, 'Neath the moon's soft ray, And her awful light around me breaking, Musing there I lay. And I dream'd of hours with joy o'erflowing, Golden, truly blest, While thine image so beloved was glowing Deep within my breast. Now to the card-table hast thou bound me, 'Midst the torches glare? Whilst unhappy faces are around me, Dost thou hold me there? Spring-flow'rs are to me more rapture-giving, Now conceal'd from view; Where thou, angel, art, is Nature living, Love and kindness too.
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"Wherefore drag me to yon glittering eddy,..."
This evocative piece by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, titled "To Belinda.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...