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Friedrich Hölderlin, 1792, Pastel by Franz Karl Hiemer
Chiron
Light, thoughtful light, where are you, who always must Go aside at times, where are you? My heart
Is awake but the astounding night
Thwarts me in anger still. I used to go
For herbs into the woods, I was soft and shy,
I listened by the hill and never in vain,
Never once did your birds deceive me
And almost all too eagerly you came
Wanting the refreshment of my garden or
A foal or my counsel for your heart, oh light
Where are you? My heart has woken but
Still I am shut in by the heartless night.
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Friedrich Hölderlin: Complete Works. Kleine Stuttgarter Ausgabe, 6 Bände, Band 2, published by Friedrich Beissner, Stuttgart: Cotta, 1953, S.59
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