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The shining and ponderous goblet I empty: the earth drops below me, All things sink away,—I am treading Cold space—the vast void—the dim ether. But distant, in ancient space looming, My glimmering goblet: the Sun.

I look—far below me are lying The rivers, the forests, the valleys, Estranged in the vanishing distance. A cloud, blowing fog on my eyelids, Trails gossamer gold in its going.

The flickering landscape is burning Its last: mid-day stars newly-kindled Look into my soul, sparkling: "Welcome," With radiance silently streaming: "The end of long wanderings, brother, Lies here, in your motherland, welcome!"

Slow hour upon hour in procession, Slow centuries, smiling, pass onward. In ancient space proudly I lift it, My glimmering goblet: the Sun.