Time has bent me down,
Almost down to the earth,
Like a bamboo at night.
Time has laid me down
Like a corpse-doll
In the six-foot wooden box,
Or like a sleeping princess
In the soft velvety bed of slumber.
On the golden bedstead
Time has almost touched me
With his magic death-wand.
Hence, in my time-terror,
Bloodless and pale,
I am lying
Like a sheet of white paper.
Time has washed me
The last washing.
