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Lover In All Shapes.

    By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



    To be like a fish,
    Brisk and quick, is my wish;
    If thou cam'st with thy line.
    Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
    To be like a fish,
    Brisk and quick, is my wish.

    Oh, were I a steed!
    Thou wouldst love me indeed.
    Oh, were I a car
    Fit to bear thee afar!
    Oh, were I a steed!
    Thou wouldst love me indeed.

    I would I were gold
    That thy fingers might hold!
    If thou boughtest aught then,
    I'd return soon again.
    I would I were gold
    That thy fingers might hold!

    I would I were true,
    And my sweetheart still new!
    To be faithful I'd swear,
    And would go away ne'er.
    I would I were true,
    And my sweetheart still new!

    I would I were old,
    And wrinkled and cold,
    So that if thou said'st No,
    I could stand such a blow!
    I would I were old,
    And wrinkled and cold.

    An ape I would be,
    Full of mischievous glee;
    If aught came to vex thee,
    I'd plague and perplex thee.
    An ape I would be,
    Full of mischievous glee

    As a lamb I'd behave,
    As a lion be brave,
    As a lynx clearly see,
    As a fox cunning be.
    As a lamb I'd behave,
    As a lion be brave.

    Whatever I were,
    All on thee I'd confer;
    With the gifts of a prince
    My affection evince.
    Whatever I were,
    All on thee I'd confer.

    As nought diff'rent can make me,
    As I am thou must take me!
    If I'm not good enough,
    Thou must cut thine own stuff.
    As nought diff'rent can make me,
    As I am thou must take me!



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Translated in the original metres by Edgar Alfred Bowring


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