World was in the face of the beloved—,
but suddenly it was emptied out:
world is outside, world cannot be grasped.
Why didn’t I, when I lifted it,
from the full, the cherished face drink
world, which was so near I tasted its bouquet?
Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled already with too much
world, and as I drank I overflowed.
- Ragaz, mid-July 1924, Rainer Maria Rilke