The Magic Net

Theo (2022)

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Rubikena Grm (2022)

 Do I see a contest yonder?

See I miracles or pastimes?

Beauteous urchins, five in number,

'Gainst five sisters fair contending,--

Measured is the time they're beating--

At a bright enchantress' bidding.

Glitt'ring spears by some are wielded,

Threads are others nimbly twining,

Rubikena Grm (2022)

So that in their snares, the weapons

One would think, must needs be captured,

Soon, in truth, the spears are prison'd;

Yet they, in the gentle war-dance,

One by one escape their fetters

In the row of loops so tender,

That make haste to seize a free one

Soon as they release a captive.

AMG (2022)

So with contests, strivings, triumphs,

Flying now, and now returning,

Is an artful net soon woven,

In its whiteness like the snow-flakes,

That, from light amid the darkness,

Draw their streaky lines so varied,

As e'en colours scarce can draw them.

Theo (2022)

Who shall now receive that garment

Far beyond all others wish'd-for?

Whom our much-loved mistress favour

As her own acknowledged servant?

I am blest by kindly Fortune's

Tokens true, in silence pray'd for!

And I feel myself held captive,

To her service now devoted.

AMG (2022)

Yet, e'en while I, thus enraptured,

Thus adorn'd, am proudly wand'ring,

See! yon wantons are entwining,

Void of strife, with secret ardour,

Other nets, each fine and finer,

Threads of twilight interweaving,

Moonbeams sweet, night-violets' balsam.

Arya Kratos 

Ere the net is noticed by us,

Is a happier one imprison'd,

Whom we, one and all, together

Greet with envy and with blessings.

Francesco Ungaro

The Magic Net

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe