Passion-Flowers (Howe)/Gretchen to Goethe

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GRETCHEN TO GOETHE. 'Nicht küssen, es ist so rauh, aber lieben, wo's möglich ist.'
Nay, unhand me, gentle stranger,
For my stainless maidenhood
Bodes me some unproven danger
From a kiss abrupt and rude.

Well I know thou'rt far above me,
Genius gives thee rank divine,
But if thou wilt purely love me,
All my grateful heart is thine.

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