Rising for eachen

    Sinking for eaco dust again.

    But we above you ever more residing

    In tar translumined ice

    Kno day nor nigimes dividing,

    ear nor age nor sex for our device.

    All your sins and anguising,

    Your murders and lascivious delighting

    Are to us but as a show

    Like t circling go,

    C our day for night;

    On your frenzied life we spy,

    And refreser

    itars in order fleeing;

    Our breater; in our sight

    Fahe sky;

    Cool and uncernal being,

    Cool and star brigernal laughter.

    ter a co our little room. S evening, imate tender t I felt it as t complete abandon. quot;Maria,quot; said I, quot;you are as prodigal today as a goddess. Dont kill us bote. tomorroer all is t for a cavalier tomorro of good lovers ime.quot;

    S o my ear and whispered:

    quot;Dont say t, ime mig time. If akes you, you o me. Perake you tomorro;

    Never did I experience to t strange, bitter-s alternation of mood, more po nig  and subtle sensuous joy of inasting a  I o kno joy like a rippling pool. And yet t  and tense e, and ender, I tle s appealing tly  a care in t e raced on at breakneck speed, racing and cened raigous abyss, spurred on by dread and longing to tion of deat as a s ed aside in fear from tless pleasure of merely sensual love and felt a dread of Marias beauty t laugself, so no a dread of deat s approaco surrender and release.

    Even  and deep preoccupation of