With the cry I wake;-and around me The mother and child at her feet Breathe peace in even whispers; And the night falls heavy and sweet.

Earth all one tomb lies round me, Domed with an iron sky: And God Himself in His power, God cannot save me! I cry.

In the hollow Silver voices ripple and cry Follow, O follow!

I see the lost Love in beauty Go gliding over the main: I feel the ancient sweetness, The worm and the wormwood again.