Suddenly rise resplendent from the grave as though time did not exist

From My Belief: Essays on Life and Art, a collection of essays by Hermann Hesse.  The Magic of the Book is an essay from 1930.  

But in much narrower and simpler circles we can observe every day how completely marvelous and like fairy tales are the histories of books, how at one moment they have the greatest enchantment and then again the gift of becoming invisible. Poets live and die, known by few or none, and we see their work after their death, often decades after their death, suddenly rise resplendent from the grave as though time did not exist. We saw in amazement how Nietzsche, unanimously rejected by his people, after fulfilling his mission for a few dozen minds, became several decades too late a favorite author whose books could not be printed fast enough, or how Hodlderlin’s poems, more than a hundred years after their composition, suddenly intoxicated our studious youths, or how, from the ancient. treasury of Chinese wisdom, suddenly after millennia the one and only Lao-tse was discovered by postwar Europe; badly translated and badly read, Lao-tse became a fashion like Tarzan or the fox trot; nevertheless he was enormously influential on the productive level of our living minds.