Here you will find the Poem Food In Travel of poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will of destiny must be fulfilid,-- This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind. No further happiness I now could find: The former longings of my heart were still'd; I sought her looks alone, whereon to build My joy in life,--all else was left behind. Wine's genial glow, the festal banquet gay, Ease, sleep, and friends, all wonted pleasures glad I spurn'd, till little there remain'd to prove. Now calmly through the world I wend my way: That which I crave may everywhere be had, With me I bring the one thing needful--love.