My farthest valley, you are

Bewitched and vanished.

Many times, in my grief and agony,

You have beckoned upward to me from your country of shadows

And opened your legendary eyes

Till I, lost in a quick illusion,

Lost myself back to you wholly.

O dark gate,

O dark hour of death,

Come forth,

So I can recover from this life’s emptiness

And go home to my own dreams.