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The Sorrows of Young Werther · Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

November 3.

Witness, Heaven, how often I lie down in my bed with a wish, and

even a hope, that I may never awaken again. And in the morning,

when I open my eyes, I behold the sun once more, and am wretched.

If I were whimsical, I might blame the weather, or an acquaintance,

or some personal disappointment, for my discontented mind; and then

this insupportable load of trouble would not rest entirely upon

myself. But, alas! I feel it too sadly. I am alone the cause

of my own woe, am I not? Truly, my own bosom contains the source

of all my sorrow, as it previously contained the source of all my

pleasure. Am I not the same being who once enjoyed an excess of

happiness, who, at every step, saw paradise open before him, and

whose heart was ever expanded toward the whole world? And this

heart is now dead, no sentiment can revive it; my eyes are dry;

and my senses, no more refreshed by the influence of soft tears,

wither and consume my brain. I suffer much, for I have lost the

only charm of life: that active, sacred power which created worlds

around me, -- it is no more. When I look from my window at the

distant hills, and behold the morning sun breaking through the

mists, and illuminating the country around, which is still wrapped

in silence, whilst the soft stream winds gently through the willows,

which have shed their leaves; when glorious nature displays all

her beauties before me, and her wondrous prospects are ineffectual

to extract one tear of joy from my withered heart, I feel that in

such a moment I stand like a reprobate before heaven, hardened,

insensible, and unmoved. Oftentimes do I then bend my knee to the

earth, and implore God for the blessing of tears, as the desponding

labourer in some scorching climate prays for the dews of heaven

to moisten his parched corn.

But I feel that God does not grant sunshine or rain to our

importunate entreaties. And oh, those bygone days, whose memory

now torments me! why were they so fortunate? Because I then

waited with patience for the blessings of the Eternal, and received

his gifts with the grateful feelings of a thankful heart.