My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great hope from the gods comes down to me - And bids my heart to sutler sense be stirred- And think not that strange evil of thee- That to think the mortal would be..

My love, My love, My god-love !
Let me kiss...
On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal,
Greeting thee at Death's portal's happiness,
For t the gods Death's portal is Life's portal...