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To The Sun God

Where are you?  Drunk, my mind becomes     Twilight after all your ecstasy.  For I just saw           How the enrapturing young god,               Tired from his journey,

Bathed his youthful hair in the golden clouds.     And now my eyes follow after him,           But he is gone away to reverent               Nations which still honor him.

I love the earth, which mourns with me.       Like children when they are upset, our grief               Changes to sleep.  And as rustling winds                       Whisper over harp strings Until the fingers of a master entice       A prettier music, thus mist and dreams                 Play around us, until the beloved returns,                         And charges us with life and spirit.

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Friedrich Holderlin

Johann Christian Friedrich Hölderlin (20 March 1770 – 7 June 1843) was a German poet and philosopher. Described by Norbert von Hellingrath as "t…
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