To their primal sire expectant,
All his bosom throbbing, heaving,
With a wild, tumultuous joy.
We see the same pathos--the pathos of Pindar and the Psalms--in the comparison:
Like water is the soul of man,
From heaven it comes, to heaven it goes,
And back again to earth in ceaseless change.
in the incomparable Wanderer, in Wanderer's Storm Song, and, above all, in Ganymede, already given, of which Loeper remarks:
The poem is, as it were, a rendering of that letter (Werther's of May 10th) in rhythm. The underlying pantheism had already shewn itself in the Wanderer's Storm Song. It was not the delight in God of a Brockes, not the adoration of a Klopstock, not sesthetic enjoyment of Nature, not, as in later years, scientific interest; it was rather a being absorbed in, identified with, Nature, a sympathy carried so far that the very ego was surrendered to the elements.
On the Lake of Zurich he wrote, June 15th, 1775: