Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax br Your last strength, and your heart do not torture. br You're alive, you're inside me, intact, br As a buttress, a friend, an adventure. br br I've no fear of standing exposed br As a fraud in my faith in the future. br It's not life, not a union of souls br We are breaking off, but a hoax mutual. br br From straw mattresses' sick wretchedness br To the fresh air of wide open spaces! br It's my brother and hand. It's addressed br Like a letter, to you, crisp and bracing. br br Like an envelope, tear it across, br With Horizon begin correspondence, br Give your speech the sheer Alpian force, br Overcome the sick sense of forlornness. br br O'er the bowl of Bavarian lakes br With the marrow of osseous mountains br You will know I was not a glib fake br And of sugared assurances spouter. br br Fare ye well and God bless you! Our bond br And our honour aren't tamely domestic. br Like a sprout in the sunlight, unbend, br And then things will assume a new aspect.