"The water washed, the water rose;

It lapped his naked toe,

As longing for the one he loved

He yearned to sink below.

She spoke to him, she sang to him;

The fellow, done for then,

Half yielded too as half she drew,

Was never seen again."

The Fisherman

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"The will to neither strive nor cry,

The power to feel with others give!

Calm, calm me more! nor let me die

Before I have begun to live."

Lines written in Kensington Gardens

Matthew Arnold