Earth, isn’t this what you want: to arise within us, 
invisible? Isn’t it your dream
to be wholly invisible someday? – O Earth: invisible!
What do you demand but transformation?
Beloved Earth, I will. On my word, you no longer
need your spring-times to win me over – single May

is already too much for my blood.
I have been your tongue-tied subject these many years.

Ever you spoke true and your holiest inspiration
is our intimate companion, Death.
Look, I am living.

On what? Neither childhood nor future grows less …

superabundant springs of being wells up in my heart.
    (Rilke Duino Elegy IX)