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Antiques - The Muse's Mirror Post by :jjemarque Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :1114

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Antiques - The Muse's Mirror

The Muse's Mirror

 

EARLY one day, the Muse, when eagerly bent on adornment,

Follow'd a swift-running streamlet, the quietest nook by it seeking.

Quickly and noisily flowing, the changeful surface distorted

Ever her moving form; the goddess departed in anger.

Yet the stream call'd mockingly after her, saying: "What, truly!

Wilt thou not view, then, the truth, in my mirror so clearly depicted?"

But she already was far away, on the brink of the ocean,

In her figure rejoicing, and duly arranging her garland.

1799.

Content of The Muse's Mirror (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's poem collection: Antiques)

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