Nature's mighty pm
The window is flowing fragrance;
I melodious harmonium
Tiresome moan leave pleased;
I hasten to a forgotten corner of the garden,
Where pines strict Ridge
She bent branches to fence
Above the mirror pure pond;
Indulge in sweet oblivion,
Summon dream past dreams…
And then tell me inspiration
Consonance songs and poems!..
3 August 1899
