[at A Musical Concert:] . . .

All That Is Beautiful, And All That Looks On Beauty With Eyes Filled With Fire, Like A Lover's Eyes: All Of This Is Yours; You Gave It To Me, Sunlight! All These Stars Are Yours; You Gave Them To Me, Skies!

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

Death Is One Dream Out Of Another Flowing.

I Ascend From Darkness And Depart On The Winds Of Space For I Know Not Where; My Watch Is Wound, A Key Is In My Pocket, And The Sky Is Darkened As I Descend The Stair.

No God Save Self, That Is The Way To Live.