Like going forth into a garden after sickness.

"Death is before me to-day

Like the odour of myrrh,

Like sitting under the sail on a windy day....

"Death is before me to-day

Like the course of the freshet,

Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house....

"Death is before me to-day

As a man longs to see his house

When he has spent years in captivity."