35.	THE SPIRITТS GREETING (GOETHE)

	On an old tower by a river
	the spirit of a knight stands

	and as soon as he sees my boats,
	he sends them a greeting:
	..........
	УBlood once boiled in this breast,
	my fist was made of lead,
	and there was a heroТs marrow in my bones,
	and I could knock the goblet back!
	..........
	I stormed through half my life,
	and other half I wasted:
	and you sail on, sail on, little boat,
	wherever the current takes you!Ф