That which is mine by Holderlin The autumn days repose in their fullness now, The grapes are lit all through and the orchards red With fruit though some as a libation Of lovely blossom did fall to the earth. And in the fields around where I follow The quiet path out contented men and women See how their land has ripened and what Happy labour its richness will give them. The mild light of the skies looks down on them, Comes through their trees upon them busy working And shares the joy, for the fruits are not Only a work of the hands of humans. Oh golden light do you shine for me too, does The air breathe on me again as though blessing Some joy such as once there was and came Visiting my heart like a happy man's? I was so but like roses, passing as they, That good life went and yet, too often, the stars, Still flowering, which are all I have, The stars are my sweet reminders of it. Happy the quiet love of man and wife, a Hearth and home in a country to be proud of. Over solid ground the heavens shine More beautifully and a man is steady. For like the plant if it cannot root in ground Of its own the soul burns out of any man Who goes his ways on the holy earth Only with the daylight, a poor mortal. Oh heights of heaven, the pull of you is strong, Too strong, in wild weather, on quiet days, I feel The force of the restless gods, they come And go and it wastes my heart away. Today though let me walk my familiar Path in peace among the trees whose leaves are lit In the crown with gold, dying, and wreathe My head likewise with kind memories. And so that for me too, as there is for others, To save my mortal heart there will be a place To abide and the soul not leave my life And go beyond me, longing and homeless, Let the poem be my place of asylum And friendly garden, tended, for the joy it gives, With careful love, and among the always Renewing flowers let me walk and dwell In a secure simplicity while outside Wave on wave the colossal unsteady times Are roaring at a distance and the Quieter sun furthers the work I do. High over mortal men the powers of heaven Out of their kindness bless for each his own. Oh bless likewise that which is mine And may the Fates not end the dream too soon.