Finally, in the last year of her age,

Having attained a present blessedness,

She said poetry and apotheosis are one.

This is the illustration that she used:

If I live according to this law I live

In an immense activity, in which

Everything becomes moming, summer, the hero,

The enraptured woman, the sequestered night,

The man that suffered, lying there at ease,

Without his envious pain in body, in mind,

The favorable transformations of the wind

As of a general being or human universe.

There was another illustration, in which

The two things compared their tight resemblances:

Each matters only in that which it conceives.