IF I be a diviner and full of the divining spirit which wanders on high mountain-ridges, 'twixt two seas,-
Wanders 'twixt the past and the future as a heavy cloud- hostile to sultry plains, and to all that is weary and can neither die nor live:
Ready for lightning in its dark bosom, and for the redeeming flash of light, charged with lightnings which say Yes! which laugh Yes! ready for divining flashes of lightning:-
-Blessed, however, is he who is thus charged! And verily, long must he hang like a heavy tempest on the mountain, who shall one day kindle the light of the future!-
Oh, how could I not be ardent for Eternity and for the marriage-ring of rings- the ring of the return?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should like to have children, unless it be this woman whom I love: for I love you, O Eternity!
For I love you, O Eternity!