Again, I go clear field,
The same pale moon,
And sadly recall involuntarily
Old happy times.
As if I'm in love and young,
As if happiness lives again, –
And wet cold summer night
My soul alight gives.
I'm going. Stars look to the eyes…
one fell… awakened
The variety of night sky,
Ugas silver wriggle…
………………………….
Again, I'm going pure field,
All the same stars and the moon…
The soul is full of longing radiant,
Onetime fire for a moment full…
16 June 1899
