Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheNational literature does not mean much these days; now is the age of world literature, and every one must contribute to hasten thearrival of that age.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe