I learned to dwell ` ` Where no man dwells, on lonesome ice-lorn fell, ` ` And unlearned Man and God and curse and prayer? ` ` Became a ghost haunting the glaciers bare? ` ` ` ` 7. ` ` ` ` Ye, my old friends! Look! Ye turn pale, filled o'er ` ` With love and fear! ` ` Go! Yet not in wrath. Ye could ne'er live here. ` ` Here in the farthest realm of ice and scaur, ` ` A huntsman must one be, like chamois soar. ` ` ` ` 8. ` ` ` ` An evil huntsman was I? See how taut ` ` My bow was bent! ` ` Strongest was he by whom such bolt were sent-- ` ` Woe now! That arrow is with peril fraught, ` ` Perilous as none.--Have yon safe home ye sought! ` ` ` ` 9. ` ` ` ` Ye go! Thou didst endure enough, oh, heart;-- ` ` Strong was thy hope; ` ` Unto new friends thy portals widely ope, ` ` Let old ones be. Bid memory depart! ` ` Wast thou young then, now--better young thou art! ` ` ` ` 10. ` ` ` ` What linked us once together, one hope's tie-- ` ` (Who now doth con ` ` Those lines, now fading, Love once wrote thereon?)-- ` ` Is like a parchment, which the hand is shy ` ` To touch--like crackling leaves, all seared, all dry. ` ` ` ` 11. ` ` ` ` Oh! Friends no more! They are--what name for those?-- ` ` Friends' phantom-flight ` ` Knocking at my heart's window-pane at night, ` ` Gazing on me, that speaks "We were" and goes,-- ` ` Oh, withered words, once fragrant as the rose! ` ` ` ` 12. ` ` ` ` Pinings of youth that might not understand! ` ` For which I pined, ` ` Which I deemed changed with me, kin of my kind: ` ` But they grew old, and thus were doomed and banned: ` ` None but new kith are native of my land! ` ` ` ` 13. ` ` ` ` Midday of life! My second youth's delight! ` ` 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. ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `