RAPTURE -- TO LAURA

by: Friedrich Schiller (1759-1805)

      ROM earth I seem to wing my flight,
      And sun myself in Heaven's pure light,
      When thy sweet gaze meets mine
      I dream I quaff ethereal dew,
      When mine own form I mirror'd view
      In those blue eyes divine!
       
      Blest notes from Paradise afar,
      Or strains from some benignant star
      Enchant my ravish'd ear;
      My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour
      When silv'ry tones of magic power
      Escape those lips so dear!
       
      Young Loves around thee fan their wings --
      Behind, the madden'd fir-tree springs,
      As when by Orpheus fir'd;
      The poles whirl round with swifter motion,
      When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean,
      Thy footsteps float untir'd!
       
      Thy look, if it but beam with love,
      Could make the lifeless marble move,
      And hearts in rocks enshrine;
      My visions to reality
      Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye
      I read -- that thou art mine!

"Rapture -- To Laura" is reprinted from The Poems of Schiller. Trans. Edgar A. Bowring. New York: Hurst & Company, 1872.

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