Geisenheimer
Thy laughing gold could steal the sense away
From gravest counselors and statesmen stern,
And with thy haunting redolence could learn,
The secrets of a Bismarck or Fouché.
Hearts closed by giant will would thee obey
And babble gayly, aye, to prate would burn,
Guilt would confess beyond all life's return,
And naked truth would revel for a day.
Therefore I dread thy cunning, and with care
Content myself with dreams when thou art near,
Checking the idle word that idly slips,
For by thy charm, who knows, when unaware,
I might divulge the name I hold most dear,
And all the passionate secrets of her lips?
From gravest counselors and statesmen stern,
And with thy haunting redolence could learn,
The secrets of a Bismarck or Fouché.
Hearts closed by giant will would thee obey
And babble gayly, aye, to prate would burn,
Guilt would confess beyond all life's return,
And naked truth would revel for a day.
Therefore I dread thy cunning, and with care
Content myself with dreams when thou art near,
Checking the idle word that idly slips,
For by thy charm, who knows, when unaware,
I might divulge the name I hold most dear,
And all the passionate secrets of her lips?
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