Читать книгу The Greatest German Classics (Vol. 1-14) - Various - Страница 97

The kindness shown the wicked is not blest.

End then thy silence, priestess; not unjust

Is he who doth demand it. In my hands

The goddess placed thee; thou hast been to me

As sacred as to her, and her behest

Shall for the future also be my law:

If thou canst hope in safety to return

Back to thy kindred, I renounce my claims:

But is thy homeward path for ever closed—

Or doth thy race in hopeless exile rove,

Or lie extinguish'd by some mighty woe—

Then may I claim thee by more laws than one.

Speak openly, thou know'st I keep my word.