laugh, clown, but do not you dare cry!
I'm back on stage. twinkle again
Lone footlights.
I have to laugh now!…
And at the heart of some one moaning!
What to do! The crowd here is visible to me, –
with bated breath, waiting for…
And ramp it - confused
AND, probably, God is calling!
hush! Trembled something… As the heart beats!..
ABOUT, Plagueheart, do not Cry!..
A voice in his ear sounds…
I myself judge and executioner!!..
……………………………
I woke up. The crowd applauds, calling…
I do not see alarming lights!
And she gives me a wreath
Laurel branches…
15 September 1899
