From Novalis

Uplifted is the stone         And all mankind arisen!     We are thy very own,         We are no more in prison!     What bitterest grief can stay         Beside thy golden cup,     When earth and life give way         And with our Lord we sup!     To the marriage Death doth call,         The lamps are burning clear,     The virgins, ready all,         Have for their oil no fear.     Would that even now were ringing         The distance with thy throng!     And that the stars were singing         To us a human song!     Courage! for life is hasting         To endless life away;     The inward fire, unwasting,         Transfigures our dull clay!     See the stars melting, sinking         In life-wine golden-bright!     We, of the splendour drinking,         Shall grow to stars of light.     Lost, lost are all our losses!         Love is for ever free!     The full life heaves and tosses         Like an unbounded sea!     One live, eternal story!         One poem high and broad!     And sun of all our glory         The countenance of God!