AT first awhile sits he,

With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,--

An owl's they might be now.

What is it, askest thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?

'Tis both at once, I vow.

1767-9.

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Poet: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poem: 22. THE MISANTHROPE.
Volume: The Poems - 01. Songs
Year: Published/Written in 1853
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