Thrusts my soul down, to death’s abysmal gloom.
When in our friendship’s rosy-fingered dawn
To this revealment thou didst lead me on,
Which sheds its light into the darkened realms,
Where human souls do enter every night,
Bereft of conscious life, and where full oft
Man’s being wanders erring: whilst the night
Of Death makes mock at Life’s reality.
And when thou didst reveal to me the truth
Of life’s return, then did I know full well