FOURTH AND LAST PART.
79. LXXIX. THE DRUNKEN SONG. (continued)
COME! COME! COME! LET US NOW WANDER! IT IS THE HOUR: LET US WANDER
INTO THE NIGHT!
3.
Ye higher men, it is getting on to midnight: then will I say something
into your ears, as that old clock-bell saith it into mine ear,--
--As mysteriously, as frightfully, and as cordially as that midnight clock-bell
speaketh it to me, which hath experienced more than one man:
--Which hath already counted the smarting throbbings of your fathers'
hearts--ah! ah! how it sigheth! how it laugheth in its dream! the old,
deep, deep midnight!
Hush! Hush! Then is there many a thing heard which may not be heard by
day; now however, in the cool air, when even all the tumult of your hearts
hath become still,--
--Now doth it speak, now is it heard, now doth it steal into overwakeful,
nocturnal souls: ah! ah! how the midnight sigheth! how it laugheth in its
dream!
--Hearest thou not how it mysteriously, frightfully, and cordially speaketh
unto THEE, the old deep, deep midnight?
O MAN, TAKE HEED!
4.
Woe to me! Whither hath time gone? Have I not sunk into deep wells? The
world sleepeth--
Ah! Ah! The dog howleth, the moon shineth. Rather will I die, rather
will I die, than say unto you what my midnight-heart now thinketh.
Already have I died. It is all over. Spider, why spinnest thou around me?
Wilt thou have blood? Ah! Ah! The dew falleth, the hour cometh--
--The hour in which I frost and freeze, which asketh and asketh and asketh:
"Who hath sufficient courage for it?
--Who is to be master of the world? Who is going to say: THUS shall ye
flow, ye great and small streams!"
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