Thus I do stand free, lest my mind tottereth.
Yet I do naught see. Ye lamb have I slaughter'd.
For rain falleth icy, shivers the lord.
My spirits extinguish'd.
Ordain'd by these words. Swahéd 'twixt ye swathes of darkness.
Swooming views of enlightening and pain.
The white fire trodden and ruthless blackeneth ye widely gazing eyes of mine.
Thence I do rise, rise from the grounds amongst which thou hast captur'd me once.
Gush'd out the huge splendid wounds.
Thus I do stand free, lest my mind tottereth.
Yet I do naught see. Ye lamb have I slaghter'd.
A stronghold curs'd, witheréd, burnt out.
Dost thou ever heed what hath restéd?
Surrender in sight of the white crowd.
Behold! My remains are bless'd to death!
Smelt'st thou ye silver thaw withal, deliberately I am standing upon?
Parch'd my flesh; a smitten-bones-burial.
Thereinafter this ordeal strideth on...