I was for some time ignorant of this and thought that my excessive weakness was the consequence of the fever; [_sic_] But my strength became less and less; as winter came on I had a cough; and my sunken cheek, before pale, burned with a hectic fever.

One by one these symptoms struck me; & I became convinced that the moment I had so much desired was about to arrive and that I was dying.

I was sitting by my fire, the physician who had attended me ever since my fever had just left me, and I looked over his prescription in which digitalis was the prominent medecine.

"Yes," I said, "I see how this is, and it is strange that I should have deceived myself so long; I am about to die an innocent death, and it will be sweeter even than that which the opium promised." I rose and walked slowly to the window; the wide heath was covered by snow which sparkled under the beams of the sun that shone brightly thro' the pure, frosty air: a few birds were pecking some crumbs under my window.[81] I smiled with quiet joy; and in my thoughts, which through long habit would for ever connect themselves into one train, as if I shaped them into words, I thus addressed the scene before me: "I salute thee, beautiful Sun, and thou, white Earth, fair and cold! Perhaps I shall never see thee again covered with green, and the sweet flowers of the coming spring will blossom on my grave.

I am about to leave thee; soon this living spirit which is ever busy among strange shapes and ideas, which belong not to thee, soon it will have flown to other regions and this emaciated body will rest insensate on thy bosom "Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks, and stones, and trees.
"For it will be the same with thee, who art called our Universal Mother,[82] when I am gone.