Say, maiden; wilt thou go with me In this strange death of life to be, To live in death and be the same, Without this life or home or name, At once to be and not to be - That was and is not -yet to see Things pass like shadows, and the sky Above, below, around us lie?
The land of shadows wilt thou trace Nor look nor know each other's face. The present mixed with reasons gone, And past and present both as one. Say maiden, can thy life be led To join the living and the dead? Then trace thy footsteps on with me, We're wed to one eternity.