Both harper and that state have grown to be our friends.
The harper sealed his mouth from any further song.
We, too, will leave his tale half told; it is too long.
In order to attain to his high state of bliss,
Had one a hundred lives, they might be staked for this.325
Be thou, then, like a falcon, ever on the wing,
To catch that gnat, thy soul; sunlike, for ever sing.
He casts himself, for love, from highest heaven’s height;
If flagons empty, he with wine fills them, so bright.
O spiritual Sun, transfuse Thou life to all.