The Sea Angler Musical Composition Faith and the Muse Words written by Goethe
There was a gentle angler who was angling in the sea With heart as cold as only heart untaught of love can be When suddenly the water rushed and swelled and up there sprang A humid maid of beauty's mold and thus to him she sang
"Why dost thou strive so artfully to lure my brood away And leave them to die beneath the sun's all scorching ray? Couldst thou but tell how happy are the fish that swim below? Thou wouldst with me taste of joy which earth can never know."
The water rushed the water swelled and touched his naked feet And fancy whispered to his heart it was a love pledge sweet She sang another siren lay more 'witching than before Half-pulled half-plunging down he sank and ne'er was heard of more.
I lately feel for the fish in my lake. Now I usually just feed them --they are mostly catfish. Their beauty is to much to spoil for my supper these days.
Hope you donot mind the visit. I was just over seeing what Princess was up to and came over to visit you.
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Hi Cyan,
I haven't been online in a few month and have wandered back into your watery abode. This is a lovely post.
I hope that your spirits have been renewed and that this year has brought you new friendships and joys after a difficult season....
Best Wishes,
I lately feel for the fish in my lake. Now I usually just feed them --they are mostly catfish. Their beauty is to much to spoil for my supper these days.
Hope you donot mind the visit. I was just over seeing what Princess was up to and came over to visit you.
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