And I shall tell you at the end: br farewell, don't pledge self to love, helpless. br I go mad, or just ascend br to the high echelon of madness. br br How had you loved? - You'd put aside br even the Death. But ‘tis not matter. br How had you loved? You'd done that right, br but you had had to do that better. br br Hell of a blunder! I shall not br Forgive you else. It lives - my body - br it roams, sees the real world, br but just with emptiness it's loaded. br br My mind yet makes its scanty work, br But arms had helplessly felled down, br and, likewise a small airy flock, br vanish aslant all smells and sounds.