In the middle of the faded moonlight I awake
Hellish black surrounds me—my eyes ache
to peer under the shut blinds
beneath it reveals a splendor so fine
Never before sought
Tranquility from its image I wrought
So I started to the fence of my backyard
And after my clamber over, I found my skin marred
Barely a wound, I said
A noise, angry and loud, told me to flee from his homestead
Too beautiful the Earth was here, too precious the vision
That I devoured up the hemlock then,
and died in the garden