VI.
I do not die: the world within me dies:
Now, now, the Vivifier vivifies;
Sweet is the world,—ah! very sweet it is,
But through its sweets we lose the eternal bliss!
Perpetual joy, the inviolate mansion, where
There is no grief, woe, error, sin, nor care;
Coming and going and death, enter not in;
The changeless only there an entrance win.
Whosoe’er dieth, born again must be,
Die thou whilst living, and thou wilt be free!