I Looked at the Horizon Immensely

Gemaess der Menschheit so des Lebens Welt betrachten
Und hohen Sinn als hoeheres Leben achten. 

With a defiant stare
At the parting landscape,
The winds swirling impetuously over my face,
Heroic I'm standing on my very own rock,
High above the wilderness of the valley.

The most beautiful surf splashes the rocks,
And, so, a nobler, higher life
Your spirit demands.

I turn my head back, only for a moment,
But three feet away, beyond myself,
Just desolation and a vast, dumb hollow I find.
Terrified by the deafening silence,
I fall, and banished in exile,
The impetuous winds cannot find my stare,
And no wild landscapes confront my face.