The Poems of Goethe

Semi-Chorus

Already are heard

The prayers of the pious.

Why longer deny us?
The favouring zephyr

Forbids all delay.

CHORUS.

Away, then! away!

Rinaldo

With heart sadly stirr’d,

Your command I receive;

Ye force me to leave.
Unkind is the zephyr,—

Oh, wherefore not stay?

CHORUS.

Away, then! away!

1811. ——- THE FIRST WALPURGIS-NIGHT.