Me prove it now Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it now
Make haste the Scruple! Death be scant
The River reaches to my feet
As yet My Heart be dry
Oh Lover Life could not convince
Might Death enable Thee
The River reaches to My Breast
Still still My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might
Dost recognize the Love?
The River reaches to my Mouth
Remember when the Sea
Swept by my searching eyes the last
Themselves were quick with Thee!