But language-
In thunder speaks the
God.
Often I have it, language
anger, she said, was enough and approved by Apollo-
If you have love enough, then, go on, rage out of love.
Often I tried to sing, but they did not hear you.  For
that was holy Nature's will.  For her you sang in your youth.
Not singing
You spoke to the deity,
but what all of you have forgotten is that always
the first-born belong not to mortals but to the gods.
More common, more everyday
the fruit must become, only then
will mortals possess it.

Hölderlin, Fragments.