incomprehensible anguish
breathes night. come, my friend!
Here path: night sometimes
We will enter the magic circle!
The night is dark and incomprehensible,
All of us are hidden by haze,
Where pure and wholesome
Says the star with a star.
these stars, these secrets
Do not get us to death,
By coincidence we hear
Sounds of horn depth.
But magical night star
To me, poet, open circle,
AND, hovering over the terrible abyss,
hear, insists that the star.
4 June 1899
