Had broken in my brain, and deep to deep were calling:
And I felt my body falling down and down and down
Into a blank of death, where dumb waters roll
Endlessly, only knowing, that her dagger had stabbed my breast,
But her kiss had killed my soul.
And now I know no rest until again I stand
Where that lost city's towers rise from the dreamy sand,
Until I reach the gate where the lips of Asia wait,
Till I cross the desert's drought, and the rivers of the south,
And shiver through the night under those summits white