Calendar of the Soul

  The senses' might grows strong 
  United with the gods' creative work;
  It presses down my power of thinking
  Into a dreamlike dullness.
  When godly being
  Desires union with my soul,
  Must human thinking
  In quiet dream-life rest content.

  Es wächst der Sinne Macht
  Im Bunde mit der Götter Schaffen,
  Sie drückt des Denkens Kraft
  Zur Traumes Dumpfheit mir herab.
  Wenn göttlich Wesen
  Sich meiner Seele einen will,
  Muss menschlich Denken
  Im Traumessein sich still bescheiden.

  The ascendancy of sense in me
  grows, with the gods' creative act in league,
  subduing thought from vigorous to vague.
  If Life divine is to unite
  with the coming-into-being of the world,
  this human thought must modestly retire
  contented to endure as a dream.