Life is thundered into the dead and dying

Whirling, dancing, Laughing, they know'

winds that blow to caress the wanderer,
Winds that blow to beckon him home,

Come,
Come close,
Dear sweet angels
Come Close,
come closer to hear,

come,
come close,
Oh my Little Angels,
Come Close,
Let me whisper in your ear,

Let me whisper of about the atoms in all the worlds,
in their dance of madness ,
all reveling in their euphoric and drunken cheer,

insane, are the atoms, in their endless circles
just as insane, perhaps are the men'
who whirl and spin and dance,
just like the atoms, never seeking to end

they are but looking for that which isn't there,
woe be to this malicious spectator,
tragic is their cynical pride,
they are like that of those who shield their eyes,
and say, 'the sun!,oh calamity, she has died!'

tarry not on these sad feelings, dearest friend,
tarry not, nor do not berate
the gathering of liberated souls is forever starting
you're either early or never,
But never late