Oh, come to me!' "'I will pour my hot life into you,' said the second; 'your brain is numb, and your limbs are dead now; but they shall live with a fierce free life.

Oh, let me pour it in!' "'Oh, follow us,' they cried, 'and live with us.

Nobler hearts than yours have sat here in this darkness to wait, and they have come to us and we to them; and they have never left us, never.

All else is a delusion, but we are real, we are real, we are real.

Truth is a shadow; the valleys of superstition are a farce: the earth is of ashes, the trees all rotten; but we--feel us--we live! You cannot doubt us.