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III.
Once when I was shedding bitter tears,
when, dissolved in pain, my hope was
melting away, and I stood alone by the
barren hillock which in its narrow dark
bosom hid the vanished form of my Life,
lonely as never yet was lonely man, driven
by anguish unspeakable, powerless, and no
longer aught but a conscious misery; – as
there I looked about me for help, unable
to go on or to turn back, and clung to the
fleeting, extinguished life with an
endless longing; then, out of the blue
distances, from the hills of my ancient
bliss, came a shiver of twilight, and at
once snapt the bond of birth, the fetter
of the Light. Away fled the glory of the
world, and with it my mourning; the
sadness flowed together into a new,
unfathomable world. Thou, soul of the
Night, heavenly Slumber, didst come upon
me; the region gently upheaved itself, and
over it hovered my unbound, newborn
spirit. The hillock became a cloud of
dust, and through the cloud I saw the
glorified face of my beloved. In her eyes
eternity reposed. I laid hold of her
hands, and the tears became a sparkling
chain that could not be broken. Into the
distance swept by, like a tempest,
thousands of years. On her neck I welcomed
the new life with ecstatic tears. Never
was such another dream; then first and
ever since I hold fast an eternal,
unchangeable faith in the heaven of the
Night, and its sun, the Beloved.
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