What was the manner of my coming there?
Impossible to say, for when I’d left
The one true way, my mind was drunk with sleep.
But, stumbling towards the bottom of a hill,
Just where the valley ended that had filled
My heart with fear, I looked up, and I saw
Its shoulders mantled in the Planet’s rays
That always leads men right on every road.
And so the fear, that in my poor heart’s lake
Had lain that night so pitifully passed,
Began to fade, for I had seen the sun!
Like one who’s rescued from the angry waves,
Then breathless stands ashore to stare in awe
And terror at the cruel sea, my mind,
Still fugitive, turned back to scan the wood
That none before had ever left alive.