Sunset
Where are you? Dazzled, drunken my soul grows faint
And dark with so much gladness; for even now
I listened while, too rich in golden
Sounds, the enrapturing youth, the sun-god
Intoned his evening hymn on a heavenly lyre;
All round the hills and forests re-echoed it,
Though far from home here - to pious nations
Who still reserve him - by now he's journeyed.
Holderlin. Poems and Fragments.