202 MODERN GERMAN LITERATURE with which the mysteries have been probed. The path has been through Hell (the Hell ofMa/ti) upwards to the Angel - not with the Angel, as was the case with Dante and Stefan George. Now the Angel is near, and, though still terrible, the terror and the mystery of his super-humanity are known'to the mortal, and there- fore the mortal can adore in jubilation. Here the aim which had throughout his poetic striving lured Rilke, to interpret life, is (in his own belief) realized at last, and to the full. Realizing that the cGod' he had created in Das Stundenbucb had been himself, above all a projection of his own loneliness, and that Make too had been a poignant re-creation of himself, he had turned to the creation of things without himself in the Dinggedichte, but even in these, as we have seen - and as the jth Elegy confirms - the reality is trans- ferred personality. The Duino Elegies represent a third stage in his development, complete objectivity or utter elimination of himself, solution of the mysteries achieved by love of life which asks for nothing except life to suffer in. Kilke indicates the nature of his volte-face in his poem Wendung1: what he had hitherto achieved had been first by a mystic worship and then by a visual process. Into his vision he had taken beasts and birds and flowers, and he had been they. But in alien rooms of strange inns and in his torturing bed it had been borne in upon him that in all this there was naught of love, and that to what he might still do of this nature conse- cration would be denied. For to vision, he says, there is a limit, and what vision has by the infusion of soul made more than a thing seen should grow and thrive in the folds of love. When the eyes' task is completed the heart should cherish the prisoned pic- tures. For the poet, though he overpowers and possesses these things, does not hum them. Knowledge, as the Duino Elegies climb stage by stage to their culmination, is achieved by the justification of suffering, that dark evergreen of life in which we abide. A youth may for a short space follow, as he would a luring female, Lament when he finds her haunting the noisy fair-booth of life. But Lament is friend and solace only to those who have died young, and to maidens: to them she reveals the treasures she wears, pearls of pain and delicate veils of suffering. In the Valley of Pain one such youth who has died young questions a Lament, an ancient of days, and answering she tells him how mighty the race of Lament has ever been: Gedichte wdFragmentariscbes.