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In me is Orpheus, a covetousness,
a longing for form, poetry, command,
a high prancing and a wild resisting,
a race with time and with death.
Eurydice is dead. The ideal vanished
forever into the shroud of my elegy.
The last glance goes steadfastly
the road to God. I tell Him my silence