OF THE AUGUST 165
His deed itself is the shadow that lieth on him ; the hand obscureth the acting one. Not yet hath he overcome his deed.
True, I love in him the bull's neck, but I also want to see the angel's eye.
He also hath to unlearn his heroic will. He shall be one who is lifted up, and not only an august one. Ether itself should lift him who should have lost all will!
He hath conquered monsters, he hath solved riddles. But besides he should save his monsters and riddles, he should alter them into heavenly children.
Not yet hath his perception learnt how to smile and be without jealousy ; not yet hath his flowing passion become still in beauty.
Verily, not in satiety shall his desire be silent and submerge, but in beauty ! Gracefulness is part of the generosity of the magnanimous.
His arm put across his head thus the hero should rest; thus he should also overcome his resting.
But for the hero above all the beautiful is the hardest of things. Unattainable by struggle is the beautiful for all eager will.
A little more, a little less just that is here much, that is here the most.
To stand with your muscles relaxed and with your will unharnessed, that is the hardest for all of you, ye august !
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