The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Sicilian Song

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

SICILIAN SONG.

Ye black and roguish eyes,
If ye command,
Each house in ruin lies,
No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,—
This plaster wall,—
To think one moment, deign,—
Shall it not fall?