My summer’s park!

Unrestful joy to long, to lurk, to hark!

I peer for friends! — am ready day and night,

For my new friends.

Come! Come! The time is right!

14. This song is done, — the sweet sad cry of rue

Sang out its end;

A wizard wrought it, he the timely friend,

The midday-friend, — no, do not ask me who;

At midday ‘twas, when one became as two.

15. We keep our Feast of Feasts, sure of our bourne,

Our aims self-same:

The Guest of Guests, friend Zarathustra, came!

The world now laughs, the grisly veil was torn,

And Light and Dark were one that wedding-morn.