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Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow,
\nin darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow,
\na soft wind blows from the pure blue sky,
\nthe myrtle stands mute, and the bay-tree high?
\nDo you know it well?
\nIt\u2019s there I\u2019d be gone,
\nto be there with you, O, my beloved one!<\/p>\n
Do you know the house? It has columns and beams,
\nthere are glittering rooms, the hallway gleams,
\nand figures of marble looking at me?
\n\u2018What have they done, child of misery?
\nDo you know it well?
\nIt\u2019s there I\u2019d be gone,
\nto be there with you, O my true guardian!<\/p>\n
Do you know the clouded mountain mass?
\nThe mule picks its way through the misted pass,
\nand dragons in caves raise their ancient brood,
\nand the cliffs are polished smooth by the flood;
\nDo you know it well?
\nIt\u2019s there I would be gone!
\nIt\u2019s there our way leads! Father, we must go on!<\/p>\n
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Germany, 1749-1832)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"