brought about

The child
left calm
In his dream
by dusk
and night
The day lurked
him in between
and lighted
at midnight
the death light
In anger
his doing
It was too weak
Lacked any recognition
the earth's center
In the cosmos
all power
the own
Childhood was to him
came to him
too late
Was death
since a long time
by him
the longed for
Resting pillow
His eyes were
Bright at the mind
like stars
has none
the child
the death-watch
allotted
His tears burned
in whiteice
The curse of the
Fathers and mothers
thought of him
but as
him that
To die
Of Mother Earth
close
brought about
raised it
his hands
to the blessing
all the time