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!"
-The hour approacheth: O man, thou higher man, take heed! this talk is for fine
ears, for thine ears-what saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
