Through me shall the words be said to make death
exhilarating,
Give me your tone therefore, Death, that I may- accord ^th it.
Give me yourself — for I see that you belong to me now above all, and are folded together above all — you Love and Death are,
Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling life.
For now it is conveyed to me that you are the pur- ports essential.
That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons — and that they are mainly for you.
That you, beyond them, come forth, to remain, the real reality.
That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how long.
That you will one day, perhaps, take control of all.
That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,
That may be you are what it is all for — but it does not last so very long.
But you will last very long.
3.
Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.