By Johann Christian Friedrich Holderlin (1770-1843)
Do not jeer at the child, when with a whip and spur
On a horse of wood he thinks himself mighty and great.
For you Germans, you are also
Poor at acting, and good at dreaming.
Or am I wrong, like lightning out of clouds, will acts come
From daydreams? Will books spring to life?
Lock me up if that happens, my dear ones,
Make me pay for this blasphemy!