Rise, beloved shade

Rise, beloved shade,

before me in the dead night,

and comfort my deathly feebleness

with the strength of your presence!

You could do this in life;

you can do it again in death.

Not to surrender to pain,

was always your command.

So come, still my tears,

give vigour to my soul

and strength to my weakened sinews,

and make me young again.