I'm trying to find a poem by Hegel written to Holderlin. The problem is everyone online only quotes part of it and I can't find a title. Here's the excerpt:"

"For thought cannot grasp the soul which forgetting itself plunges, out of space and time into a presentiment of infinity, and now re-awakens. Whoever wanted to speak of this to others, though he spoke with the tongues of angels, would feel the poverty of words."

No line divisions either. If you have a lead let me know.