Look at me ! your eyes
Are sane, correctdng your distracted words.
This is Love's trick, to rescue me from death.
My love is firm as thine, and dies with thee.

Oh, Liebhaid, live. Hast thou forgot the Prince ?
Think of the happy summer blooms for thee
When we are in our graves.

And I shall smile.
Live and rejoice in love, when ye are dead ?

My child, my child ! By the Lieffable Name,
The Adonai, I swear, thou must believe.
Albeit thy father scoffed, gave me the lie.
Go kneel to him — for if he see thy face,
Or hear thy voice, he shall not doubt, but save.

Never ! If I be offspring to that kite,
I here deny my race, forsake my father, —
So does thy dream fall true. Let him save thee,
Whose hand has guided mine, whose lips have blessed,