{"id":27,"date":"2021-04-06T13:43:48","date_gmt":"2021-04-06T17:43:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.ryerson.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/chapter\/beyond-good-and-evil-by-friedrich-nietzsche-7\/"},"modified":"2022-01-28T11:18:17","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T16:18:17","slug":"from-the-heights","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/chapter\/from-the-heights\/","title":{"raw":"From the Heights","rendered":"From the Heights"},"content":{"raw":"
1.\r\nMidday\u00a0of Life! Oh, season of delight!\r\nMy summer's park!\r\nUneaseful joy to look, to lurk, to hark\u2014\r\nI peer for friends, am ready day and night,\u2014\r\nWhere linger ye, my friends? The time is right!2.\r\nIs not the glacier's grey today for you\r\nRose-garlanded?\r\nThe brooklet seeks you, wind, cloud, with longing thread\r\nAnd thrust themselves yet higher to the blue,\r\nTo spy for you from farthest eagle's view.3.\r\nMy table was spread out for you on high\u2014\r\nWho dwelleth so\r\nStar-near, so near the grisly pit below?\u2014\r\nMy realm\u2014what realm hath wider boundary?\r\nMy honey\u2014who hath sipped its fragrancy?\r\n\r\n4.\r\nFriends, ye are there! Woe me,\u2014yet I am not\r\nHe whom ye seek?\r\nYe stare and stop\u2014better your wrath could speak!\r\nI am not I? Hand, gait, face, changed? And what\r\nI am, to you my friends, now am I not?\r\n\r\n5.\r\nAm I an other? Strange am I to Me?\r\nYet from Me sprung?\r\nA wrestler, by himself too oft self-wrung?\r\nHindering too oft my own self's potency,\r\nWounded and hampered by self-victory?\r\n\r\n6.\r\nI sought where-so the wind blows keenest. There\r\nI learned to dwell\r\nWhere no man dwells, on lonesome ice-lorn fell,\r\nAnd unlearned Man and God and curse and prayer?\r\nBecame a ghost haunting the glaciers bare?\r\n\r\n7.\r\nYe, my old friends! Look! Ye turn pale, filled o'er\r\nWith love and fear!\r\nGo! Yet not in wrath. Ye could ne'er live here.\r\nHere in the farthest realm of ice and scaur,\r\nA huntsman must one be, like chamois soar.\r\n\r\n8.\r\nAn evil huntsman was I? See how taut\r\nMy bow was bent!\r\nStrongest was he by whom such bolt were sent\u2014\r\nWoe now! That arrow is with peril fraught,\r\nPerilous as none.\u2014Have yon safe home ye sought!\r\n\r\n9.\r\nYe go! Thou didst endure enough, oh, heart;\u2014\r\nStrong was thy hope;\r\nUnto new friends thy portals widely ope,\r\nLet old ones be. Bid memory depart!\r\nWast thou young then, now\u2014better young thou art!\r\n\r\n10.\r\nWhat linked us once together, one hope's tie\u2014\r\n(Who now doth con\r\nThose lines, now fading, Love once wrote thereon?)\u2014\r\nIs like a parchment, which the hand is shy\r\nTo touch\u2014like crackling leaves, all seared, all dry.\r\n\r\n11.\r\nOh! Friends no more! They are\u2014what name for those?\u2014\r\nFriends' phantom-flight\r\nKnocking at my heart's window-pane at night,\r\nGazing on me, that speaks \"We were\" and goes,\u2014\r\nOh, withered words, once fragrant as the rose!\r\n\r\n12.\r\nPinings of youth that might not understand!\r\nFor which I pined,\r\nWhich I deemed changed with me, kin of my kind:\r\nBut they grew old, and thus were doomed and banned:\r\nNone but new kith are native of my land!\r\n\r\n13.\r\nMidday of life! My second youth's delight!\r\nMy summer's park!\r\nUnrestful joy to long, to lurk, to hark!\r\nI peer for friends!\u2014am ready day and night,\r\nFor my new friends. Come! Come! The time is right!\r\n\r\n14.\r\nThis song is done,\u2014the sweet sad cry of rue\r\nSang out its end;\r\nA wizard wrought it, he the timely friend,\r\nThe midday-friend,\u2014no, do not ask me who;\r\nAt midday 'twas, when one became as two.\r\n\r\n15.\r\nWe keep our Feast of Feasts, sure of our bourne,\r\nOur aims self-same:\r\nThe Guest of Guests, friend Zarathustra, came!\r\nThe world now laughs, the grisly veil was torn,\r\nAnd Light and Dark were one that wedding-morn.\r\n\r\n<\/div>","rendered":"
1.
\nMidday\u00a0of Life! Oh, season of delight!
\nMy summer’s park!
\nUneaseful joy to look, to lurk, to hark\u2014
\nI peer for friends, am ready day and night,\u2014
\nWhere linger ye, my friends? The time is right!2.
\nIs not the glacier’s grey today for you
\nRose-garlanded?
\nThe brooklet seeks you, wind, cloud, with longing thread
\nAnd thrust themselves yet higher to the blue,
\nTo spy for you from farthest eagle’s view.3.
\nMy table was spread out for you on high\u2014
\nWho dwelleth so
\nStar-near, so near the grisly pit below?\u2014
\nMy realm\u2014what realm hath wider boundary?
\nMy honey\u2014who hath sipped its fragrancy?<\/p>\n

4.
\nFriends, ye are there! Woe me,\u2014yet I am not
\nHe whom ye seek?
\nYe stare and stop\u2014better your wrath could speak!
\nI am not I? Hand, gait, face, changed? And what
\nI am, to you my friends, now am I not?<\/p>\n

5.
\nAm I an other? Strange am I to Me?
\nYet from Me sprung?
\nA wrestler, by himself too oft self-wrung?
\nHindering too oft my own self’s potency,
\nWounded and hampered by self-victory?<\/p>\n

6.
\nI sought where-so the wind blows keenest. There
\nI learned to dwell
\nWhere no man dwells, on lonesome ice-lorn fell,
\nAnd unlearned Man and God and curse and prayer?
\nBecame a ghost haunting the glaciers bare?<\/p>\n

7.
\nYe, my old friends! Look! Ye turn pale, filled o’er
\nWith love and fear!
\nGo! Yet not in wrath. Ye could ne’er live here.
\nHere in the farthest realm of ice and scaur,
\nA huntsman must one be, like chamois soar.<\/p>\n

8.
\nAn evil huntsman was I? See how taut
\nMy bow was bent!
\nStrongest was he by whom such bolt were sent\u2014
\nWoe now! That arrow is with peril fraught,
\nPerilous as none.\u2014Have yon safe home ye sought!<\/p>\n

9.
\nYe go! Thou didst endure enough, oh, heart;\u2014
\nStrong was thy hope;
\nUnto new friends thy portals widely ope,
\nLet old ones be. Bid memory depart!
\nWast thou young then, now\u2014better young thou art!<\/p>\n

10.
\nWhat linked us once together, one hope’s tie\u2014
\n(Who now doth con
\nThose lines, now fading, Love once wrote thereon?)\u2014
\nIs like a parchment, which the hand is shy
\nTo touch\u2014like crackling leaves, all seared, all dry.<\/p>\n

11.
\nOh! Friends no more! They are\u2014what name for those?\u2014
\nFriends’ phantom-flight
\nKnocking at my heart’s window-pane at night,
\nGazing on me, that speaks “We were” and goes,\u2014
\nOh, withered words, once fragrant as the rose!<\/p>\n

12.
\nPinings of youth that might not understand!
\nFor which I pined,
\nWhich I deemed changed with me, kin of my kind:
\nBut they grew old, and thus were doomed and banned:
\nNone but new kith are native of my land!<\/p>\n

13.
\nMidday of life! My second youth’s delight!
\nMy summer’s park!
\nUnrestful joy to long, to lurk, to hark!
\nI peer for friends!\u2014am ready day and night,
\nFor my new friends. Come! Come! The time is right!<\/p>\n

14.
\nThis song is done,\u2014the sweet sad cry of rue
\nSang out its end;
\nA wizard wrought it, he the timely friend,
\nThe midday-friend,\u2014no, do not ask me who;
\nAt midday ’twas, when one became as two.<\/p>\n

15.
\nWe keep our Feast of Feasts, sure of our bourne,
\nOur aims self-same:
\nThe Guest of Guests, friend Zarathustra, came!
\nThe world now laughs, the grisly veil was torn,
\nAnd Light and Dark were one that wedding-morn.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":251,"menu_order":11,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":[],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[48],"contributor":[],"license":[],"class_list":["post-27","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","chapter-type-numberless"],"part":3,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/27","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/251"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/27\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/27\/revisions\/111"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/3"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/27\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.torontomu.ca\/beyondgoodandevil\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}