My mind is a necropolis;
My soul a holy well –
And death and life between the two
Maintain the dance of heav’n and hell.

The mouldering of hollow fears
Makes dank the tombs and rows and lots,
But deeper bubbling springs below
Remain untouched by death and rot.

I pray the waters overflow:
Baptize the city in its whole.
Though thoughts from Hell may plague my mind,
The cup of Heaven heals my soul.