***Over I pilgrim Where every pain Zest only of pleasure Shall one day remain. Yet a few moments Then free am I, And intoxicated In Love's lap lie. Life everlasting Lifts, wave-like, at me: I gaze from its summit Down after thee.

Oh Sun, thou must vanish Yon yon hillock beneath; A shadow will bring thee Thy cooling wreath. Oh draw at my heart, love, Draw till I'm gone, That, fallen asleep, I Still may love on. I feel the flow of Death's youth-giving flood; To balsam ;ther, it Changes my blood! I live all the daytime In faith and in might: And in holy rapture I die every night.***