The Departed - Die Enstchlafenen
With my own kind I lived and could grow for a day that was fleeting,
One by one they depart, gone from me into their sleep.
Yet you sleepers within me are wakeful, and in my related
Soul an image of each, fugitive, lingers and rests.
And more living there you live on where the god-given spirit's
Joy rejuvenates all, all who have aged and the dead.
