CRITICAL AND LITERARY.
The Poet Addresses His Muse.
How I could live without thee,
I conceive not. But horror o’ertakes me,
Seeing these thousands and more
who without thee can exist.
An die Muse.
Was ich ohne dich wäre,
ich weiss es nicht; aber mir grauet,
Seh’ ich, was ohne dich
Hundert’ und Tausende sind.