My neighbour's curtain, well I see,

Is moving to and fin.
No doubt she's list'ning eagerly,

If I'm at home or no.

And if the jealous grudge I bore

And openly confess'd,
Is nourish'd by me as before,

Within my inmost breast.

Alas! no fancies such as these

E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.
I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze

That with the curtain sports.

1803.

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Poet: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poem: 15. SELF-DECEIT.
Volume: The Poems - 01. Songs
Year: Published/Written in 1853
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