“Look, the small village spreads out among meadows, relaxed. Quiet it’s here. From afar comes the noise of the mill-wheels revolving, but the day’s decline church bells convey to my ear.”
More from Friedrich Hölderlin
“But where the danger is, also grows the saving power.”
“Ah, where will I find flowers, come winter, and where the sunshine? Walls stand cold.”
“I go to the field where wild The lily grows, fearless, To the inaccessible Primordial…”
“Day now inclines to the present Earth.”