Werther

A wonderful serenity has taken hold of my whole soul, like the sweet spring mornings that I enjoy with all my heart. I am alone and enjoying my life in this region made for souls like mine.

I'm so happy, my dear, so absorbed in the feeling of quiet existence that my art suffers. I couldn't draw now, not a single line, and I've never been a greater painter than in those moments.

When the dear valley steams around me and the high sun rests on the surface of the impenetrable darkness of my forest, and only a few rays steal into the inner sanctuary, I then lie in the high grass by the falling brook, and closer to the earth a thousand diverse ones Graschen get strange to me; when I feel the swarming of the little world between the stalks, the innumerable, unfathomable shapes of the worms, the gnats closer to my heart, and feel the presence of the Almighty who created us in his image, the wafting of the All-loving One who fills us with eternal bliss floating carries and receives; my friend!

When it's twilight around my eyes, and the world around me and the sky rest completely in my soul like the figure of one