Goethe, Who yearns for the impossible I love

From Faust part II, Translated by G. Madison Priest

Chiron.

What! Woman's beauty? That is not worth telling,
Too oft a rigid image do we see;
I praise alone a being welling
With love of life and gaiety.
Self-blest is beauty, cold and listless,
'Tis winsomeness that makes resistless,
Like that of Helena whom once I bore.

Faust.

You bore her?

Chiron.

Aye, upon this back.

Faust.

Was I not crazed enough before?
And here to sit! Such bliss I do not lack!

Chiron.

She also grasped me by the hair,
Seizing it just as you are doing now.

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