Where are you? Drunk, my mind becomes <br />Twilight after all your ecstasy. For I just saw <br />How the enrapturing young god, <br />Tired from his journey, <br /> <br />Bathed his youthful hair in the golden clouds. <br />And now my eyes follow after him, <br />But he is gone away to reverent <br />Nations which still honor him. <br /> <br />I love the earth, which mourns with me. <br />Like children when they are upset, our grief <br />Changes to sleep. And as rustling winds <br />Whisper over harp strings <br /> <br />Until the fingers of a master entice <br />A prettier music, thus mist and dreams <br />Play around us, until the beloved returns, <br />And charges us with life and spirit.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-sun-god/
