Friend, look, in plain heavenly
Smoky clouds float under the moon,
See, pierced ester disembodied
Its pale light, soulless, empty?
Fully look into the starry sea,
Fully seek cold moon!
You never know happiness in the worldly expanse?
Little did the heat of the fire in heart?
Month cool do not you answer,
Distant stars to reach no strength…
Cold grave everywhere meet you
In the far country bleakest stars…
July 1898
