But what is here wrung forth from out my soul?

I speak such words as would destroy my life

If on the Earth I found that they were true.

Thou must so think; I cannot otherwise

Than find that what thou hast just said is true;

Yet ’tis but truth when in this realm of thine:

It would be error for the world of Earth

If it prove there to be what it seems here.

I must no further trace my human thoughts

Within this place—they now must have an end.