ellen –, not was it my intention –
ellen, today I will come
to pick you –
lay something on the deep wounds
today –, just today –
I shall pick you –
you shall
we’ll go and eat under the trees –
I do not know where –,
bread – cheese – wine –
I shall play for you –
I shall call forth one of the great babblers
out of the blue twilight –
ellen –!
an ecstasy I’ll give you –,
and when you awake,
(oh, you’ll never wake)
little creeks with young trees shall flow
over the deep wounds –
an ecstasy I’ll give you,
so that you’ll never find your way back –