Friedrich Nietzsche - Gern und gerner (1864)

The path was difficult, the day was raw, it blew coldly and stormily from the north; my hair is dripping with the evening dew, almost I would have become tired. Let the red, the sweet wine sparkle; the old reveller delights so gladly in sunning himself in the red gleam, so gladly in warming himself from the beaker. and more gladly still in a dreary hour in sunning himself in the clear gaze of your eyes and more gladly still from the red, the sweet mouth warming flames in drawing. you give me your lips, you hand me the chalice, give me the youthful joy of life; let the storms rage and bluster all the more, in vain they strive to disconcert me.