You see, there is much I want. Perhaps everything :

The darkness of each infinite fall,
the scintillation play of each ascent.

So many people live without wishes,
calm of spirit, light of judgement,
muted as princes.

But you rejoice in every soul
that thirsts and serves,

rejoice in all whose hands reserve
you for a tool.

You have not grown cold; it is not too
late to dive into your deepening deeps,
where life gives itself up to peace.