Into this chasm, many fell, It’s gaping wide! My time will come and I, as well, Will go one night. And all that struggled, shone, rejoiced Will be ensnared — My emerald eyes, my gentle voice, My golden hair. Your daily bread will come. You’ll live Without a pause. And everything will be — as if I never was! Like children, changeable in mood, And sometimes brash, I loved it when the firewood Would turn to ash. The cello, cavalcades, the bell In village square… — Without me, who lived, as well, Among you there! From all — I never knew just when To say enough, — I now demand…