The horn of resurrection

Globes world and skull with jubilance of sound:

Perfect, my soul and flesh

Resolve from living sky and deathly ground.

Ah, true to our appointment

You join me, that together we may rise

To love’s eternity …

But tell me: what has saddened, so, your eyes?

“Only that you, who loved me

Have waited long in vain new love to share:

Before the blazing God

That cloudy love has burned to clearest air.”

“Be sad no more; forget me

As now I can you: lost in God your soul:

Me, love’s thin fever

Could not beguile from death’s white ruinous coal!”