He must forever tear himself from me.
From out those heights of light to which his soul
Progresses there must flash into mine own
The ray of death. When I am torn from him—
Naught doth remain for me in life on earth
But mourning—resignation—sorrow—death.
(Clinging to the wall.)
Yet though in this hour he abandons me
I, none the less, will stay close to the spot
Where he unto the spirit gives himself.