The Convert by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe — Read

As at sunset I was straying

Silently the wood along, Damon on his flute was playing,

And the rocks gave back the song, So la, Ia! &c.

Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;

Sweet each kiss he gave me then! And I said, "Play once more to me!"

And he kindly play'd again, So la, la! &c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,

All my happiness has flown; Yet my ears are ever greeted

With that olden, blissful tone, So la, la! &c.