VIII.
Ghostly mother, keep aloof One hour longer from my soul, For I still am thinking of Earth's warm-beating joy and dole! On my finger is a ring Which I still see glittering When the night hides everything.
Ghostly mother, keep aloof One hour longer from my soul, For I still am thinking of Earth's warm-beating joy and dole! On my finger is a ring Which I still see glittering When the night hides everything.