And thou, O, Mother Earth! 나는 당신의 입술이 내게 닿는 것을 느끼고 그들의 손길이 흘러 내립니다. Even to the adamantine central gloom Along these marble nerves tis life, tis joy, And through my withered, old, and icy frame The warmth of an immortal youth shoots down Circling.