More radiantly raising his hands to his star,

 The white stranger;
 Silently something dead abandons the ruined house.

 Oh, the decomposed figure of humankind: joined of cold metals,
 Night and terror of sunken forests,
 And the singeing savagery of the animal;
 Doldrums of the Soul.

 -- from Georg Trakl, "Septet of Death", on p. 295