"Was schläfst du, Bergsohn, liegest in Unmut, schief,
Und frierst am kahlen Ufer, Geduldiger!
Denkst nicht der Gnade du, wenns an den
Tischen die Himmlischen sonst gedürstet?" Friederich Hoelderlin
Why stay you there, mountain boy, sulking askew,
Chilling on the shore so bare, gentle shepherd boy!
Don't you think of that world, where formerly upon
Olympian banquet tables. thirsty was the longing?
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