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 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.