Grant me just one summer, powerful ones, <br /> <br />And just one autumn for ripe songs, <br /> <br />That my heart, filled with that sweet <br /> <br />Music, may more willingly die within me. <br /> <br />The soul, denied its divine heritage in life, <br /> <br />Won't find rest down in Hades either. <br /> <br />But if what is holy to me, the poem <br /> <br />That rests in my heart, succeeds — <br /> <br />Then welcome, silent world of shadows! <br /> <br />I'll be content, even though it's not my own lyre <br /> <br />That leads me downwards. Once I'll have <br /> <br />Lived like the gods, and more isn't necessary.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-fates-2/
