Who has Rilke's long poem orpheus in Dragon 2?

This is the mine of the soul, isolated from the world, quite far away.

They walked silently through the darkness, as if

Hidden silver veins. Blood between the roots of rocks

Pour out, diffuse into the world,

In the eternal night, it is as heavy as a rock.

Other than that, there is nothing red.

There are cliffs everywhere.

And fog. Some bridges

Through the void, and gloom

A huge gray lake hangs immeasurably.

On the abyss, it is like a dark cloud shrouded in rainy days.

Through the tame wilderness, a path

Pale and winding, like a lock of cotton.

They came along the path.

The leader is a thin man in blue.

Staring at the front without saying a word and anxiously.

He walked like a greedy beast, and then he stopped.

Swallow the road; Put your hands on your sides,

Hold fast to the drooping folds. He's not anymore.

Feel the delicate harp on the left arm, as if

Roses grafted on olive trees.

His senses seem to split into two parts:

Vision is like a hound, running ahead,

Stop, go back, suddenly rush out,

Waiting impatiently at the next corner—

But hearing, like smell, lingers.

Sometimes he vaguely feels that it has been caught.

Footsteps behind: two people behind.

Also walking on the long way home.

But that's just your own steps.

Echo, or the whistling of the wind in the skirt.

He said to himself that they could not follow him;

His loud voice faded away in the distance.

It is impossible not to follow him. But their footsteps

But light enough to scare him. If he

It will be good to look back, even if it is only once.

But as soon as you turn around, the task will be completed.

You will lose all your efforts. You will definitely see it.

See behind quietly followed by two people:

Messenger of the gods, master of travelers,

His eyes sparkled under the hood,

A slender cane stretched out in front of him,

A pair of small flying wings flapped their ankles;

Her left arm keeps a certain distance from her.

Who is more loving than her? harp

Pour out the sadness, more than all women cry.

It evokes a sad world, everything in nature.

At the same time, it reappeared: forests and valleys,

Roads, villages, fields, streams and birds and animals;

This sad world, like another world,

There is sunrise and sunset, and there is silence.

A starry sky, a sad sky

Its stars are sad and dim—

That's all the love she suffered.

But at this moment, beside this elegant God,

The dragging shroud slowed her down,

She was confused, gentle and strangely quiet.

She immersed herself in herself, like a

Pregnant women can't see the man in front of them,

I can't see the steep passage back to life.

Immerse yourself in it. die

It's completely filled with her. Like fruit.

Full of its own mystery and sweetness,

Great death filled her space,

She still can't understand this strange experience.

She entered a new chastity,

Untouchable; Her gender is like a young flower.

In the night, her hand

I am far from used to marriage; Even a god.

The softest touch when leading her forward.

Everything made her miserable, just like a hateful kiss.

She is no longer a poet's song.

The woman with blue eyes,

It's no longer the sweet island on the wedding bed,

No longer belongs to that person.

She has long loose hair,

Sporadic light rain,

Unlimited shared resources.

She is already a root.

Suddenly, God

Stretched out his hand and stopped her, looking sad.

The voice said, He turned around-

She didn't understand, gently asked 1:

Who is it?

Far away,

On one side of the shining door, there is a man.

Standing in the shadows, it looks like

Unrecognizable. He stood there,

Seeing the road in the wilderness,

The angel of god looked gloomy,

Follow that little figure.

She started walking back,

The dragging shroud slowed her down,

She was confused, gentle and strangely quiet.