Preservation by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

My maiden she proved false to me;

To hate all joys I soon began,

Then to a flowing stream I ran, -- The stream ran past me hastily.

There stood I fix'd, in mute despair;

My head swam round as in a dream;

I well-nigh fell into the stream, And earth seem'd with me whirling there.

Sudden I heard a voice that cried --

I had just turn'd my face from thence --

It was a voice to charm each sense: "Beware, for deep is yonder tide!"

A thrill my blood pervaded now,

I look'd and saw a beauteous maid

I asked her name -- twas Kate, she said -- "Oh lovely Kate! how kind art thou!

"From death I have been sav'd by thee,

'Tis through thee only that I live;

Little 'twere life alone to give, My joy in life then deign to be!"

And then I told my sorrows o'er,

Her eyes to earth she sweetly threw;

I kiss'd her, and she kiss'd me too, And -- then I talked of death no more.