English poem
Xxxiii
"Go quickly! For the time approaches when Destruction must arrive.--Oh, well I know All thou wouldst say to me.--What boots it then?-- I tell thee thou must go! that thou must go!-- Yea, dost thou think I'd have thee die 'mid men Like these, for such an one as I?--No! no!-- Thy life is clean. Thou shalt not cast away Thy clean life for my soiled one!" ... "I will stay!"