We dwell in the last house in this world
between dunes. marsh grass , and sand
before the bank, which drops straight in the reeds
and stops not at the river
but then is lost in the mist
along the empty shore,
'til 'tis closed by the door in the clouds
o'er the path to the other bank.
A ferryman thence has brought his boat
with muffled and ponerous strokes,
and should he see you, and you see him
he demands that he take you across.
Then your heart fills with fear and dread
before his compelling cry.
But, just you show him resistance:
Then he will pass you by.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)