YE black and roguish eyes,
If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies,
No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,--
This plaster wall,?
To think one moment, deign,--
Shall ii not fall?
1811.
YE black and roguish eyes,
If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies,
No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,--
This plaster wall,?
To think one moment, deign,--
Shall ii not fall?
1811.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe