We were soon to learn to sing it at Keilhau.

Weimar was the first goal of this journey.

We had heard much of our classic poets; nay, I knew Schiller's Bell and some of Goethe's poems by heart, and we had heard them mentioned with deep reverence.

Now we were to see their home, and a strange emotion took possession of me when we entered it.
Every detail of this first journey has remained stamped on my memory.
I even know what we ordered for supper at the hotel where we spent the night.

But my mother had a severe headache, so we saw none of the sights of Weimar except the Goethe house in the city and the other one in the park.