Give me
your tone therefore death and
manly Love that I may accord
with it!
Give me yourselves--for I see
that you belong to me now above all,
and have folded
yourselves here above all--you
Love and Death have,
Nor will I henceforth allow
you to balk with life,
ostensible life,
For these leaves, these blossoms out of my breast
flash upon me
that you yourselves
and they are the life,
That you lie enfolded within
all ostensible life.--