A radiant beauty forms before my eyes–
My last thoughts are of only one I left.
So long I've gone while of her I'm bereft–
By velvet jaws I feel myself arise.
She's soft to touch, yet I feel just despair–
Smiles and lifts my limp form to the sky
And sets me down in grassy fields thereby–
The pain and beauty's more than I can bear.
Blink, she says, for now you are awake.
Breathe, she says, for it shall do no harm.
Smile, she says, for I'm here for your sake.
Speak, she says, for still your tongue is warm.
What place is this? To where have I been brought?
What angel you? What spirit, or what god?
Elysium, or Yggdrasil: the end.
To here I ferry broken souls to mend.
Is this my end? What of my life behind?
What path's for one with such a troubled mind?
No true evil in you has reside;
Your journey's yours to make and to decide.
Elysium's fair, but I wish to return;
My life below remains my sole concern.
Your death's come, child, and in this you are blessed:
For of all paths, returning's far the best.
Then have you seen my heart? Has it survived,
Still in my body, cold now and deprived?
I spy it still, as ardent as before:
And yet it beats to beckon you once more.
It's not for me that organ beats so strong:
For her, these fifty years is not too long.
I know this love; her nature, too, I know:
Her spirit passed here all too long ago.
I knew it true; if only I could weep!
But every night I saw her in my sleep.
Your life is passed; it can't again, I say,
But with new flesh and blood, once more it may.
My hands must shake; my soul may fade to naught!
What good is life if love it has forgot?
Love it has, for she's passed through these gates.
Long ago, we spoke; here she awaits.
Here, with the dead? O Valkyrie, I plead!
Quick, show me there, for she is all I need!
You've waited long, and longer will you wait;
She goes to earth, awaiting there her fate.
Such fate it is! Her new life is for you,
With pain forgot her ardour burgeons through,
To bring her love, immortal, fresh and true,
And bless the world with rapture keen anew.
O lofty pilot, is this to be so?
And sadness too will vanish where we go?
All life has hardship; gladness, though, I oath,
For all your life and in the next one both.
I perish now; a womb for you I send,
Time starts again, though you can't comprehend,
There comes for you your darling in the end:
Do come, my love. Together, we ascend.