Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1878-05-25
GOethe's Love.

NJ was not created to be happy" said
Gocthe's philosophic friend, Philip Mo-
ritz; land yet my whole being longs for
happiness. Oh. would willingly give
my life for one day by the side Of the one
I love!"
"Do not trifle," said Goethe, angrily.'
Ale who has s'riven and struggled as
you have, dare not Offer for any woman
however beautiful and seductive, to yield
his life, which has been destined to a
higher aim than mere success in love
Love is TO man the perfume of his exist.
ence. Woman may intoxicate him for
while, may inspire him to poetical cffu-
sions, to great deeds, even; but he should
hesitate To let her become his mistress, to
let her be the tyrant of his existence. If
she would enchais him, he must tear
himself away, even if be tear out his own
heart. Man possesses that which is more
ennobling than nero feeling; he has in
tellect-soul."
"Ah!" cried Moritz, "it is easy to see
that you have never loved madly, despair
ingly. You have never seen the WON an
you adore, and who perhaps reciprocates
your passion, forced to marry another"
A shadow fitted over Goethe's brow,
and the flashing brilliarcy Of his eyes
was changed to a gloomy sadness. Cen
tly, but quickly, he laid his hand upon
Moritz's shoulder, saying, "In this hour,
when two souls are revealed to each other,
will acknowledge to you that which |
have never SPOKEN of. too love wom-
m who loves me, and yet can never be
mine, for she is married to another.
love this sweet woman as have never
loved mortal being. Fer years my ex-
istence has belonged TO her; she has been
the centre of all my thoughts. 1t would
seem to me as if the earth were without
. sun if she should vanish from life.
even bless the torture which her prudery,
her alternate GOODNESS and friendliness
cause me, as it comes from her, from the
highest bliss Of feeling. This passion
has swept through my soul, as if uniting
itself in all my youthful loves, till, like a
torrent, ever renewing itself, ever moving
onward, it has become the highway Of my
future. Upon this stream floats the bark,
laden with all my happiness, fame and
poetry. The palaces which my fancy
creates rise upon its shore. Every zephyr,
however slight, makes me tremble. Every
cloud which Overshalows the brow of my
beloved sweeps like tempest over my
ewn. l live upon her smile. A kind
word falling from her lips makes me
happy for days; and when she turns
Away from me with GOODNESS and indiffer-
ssoce feel like one driven about as Orestes
BY the Furies!'
"You really are in love!' cried Moritz.
Il will take back what have said. You,
The chosen of the gods, know all the hu
nan heart can suffer, even unhappy love -
Almost angry, and with hesitation,
Goethe answered him:
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unhappy one. fg in the very percep.
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