Euphrates' cities and <br />Palmyra's streets and you <br />Forests of columns in the level desert <br />What are you now? <br />Your crowns, because <br />You crossed the boundary <br />Of breath, <br />Were taken off <br />In Heaven's smoke and flame; <br />But I sit under clouds (each one <br />Of which has peace) among <br />The ordered oaks, upon <br />The deer's heath, and strange <br />And dead the ghosts of the blessed ones <br />Appear to me.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ages-of-life/
