Not to shed bitter tears
Over the short-grave.
Reach clock visions, dreams,
I'll be back in the arms of a cute.
Do not regret! your passions
Ready to love, I answer,
But I found the purest temple,
What in my life I did not meet.
do not call! The temporal power
Unable to forge the spirit of a poet.
In me - a mysterious passion
Live fire warmed the skies.
you leave. soon again
Back to you yet blissfully
And renewing my love
Love brighter and incorruptible.
8 June 1899
