The fruits are ripe, dipped in fire, cooked and tested here
           here on earth . . . 
—Hölderlin, translated by Richard Sieburth

as was proven 
when they entered the house 
in which the priest was, 
moping and sincere 

like all exegetes. Zeppelin 
hovered o’er him, bushes fancied him, 
but it was to be let down on earth 
they all embraced singing. 

Further, one was sure 
one had come to pass, 
yet no slovenly proof was 
ever forwarded.