Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. Poems (№ 226962)

The ideal of the sacred and great
We reach the top of it is not,
But the young man and the virgin, and the old man
Cease to languish them in the graves.
Like a rainbow shining ideal...
We all know that rainbow vision,
But the ideal is so powerful it had not shone
When we understand your aspirations...
It forever b as the meteor that extinguished,
If we all came to the top...
And faith in the life and the light disappeared in the us
And we all died b, yearning for the Shrine.