Here you will find the Poem Book Of Suleika - Hatem 03 of poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HOLD me, locks, securely caught In the circle of her face! Dear brown serpents, I have nought To repay this act of grace, Save a heart whose love ne'er dies, Throbbing with aye-youthful glow; For a raging ETA lies 'Neath its veil of mist and snow. Yonder mountain's stately brow Thou, like morning beams, dost shame; Once again feels Hatem now Spring's soft breath and summer's flame. One more bumper! Fill the glass; This last cup I pledge to thee!-- By mine ashes if she pass, "He consumed," she'll say, "for me."