I'm surprised. Many long years
It has been lonely and sad;
It seemed, their frantic trail
Umchit forever farewell call.
years have passed, - shower again
Eked out a distant youth,
Seeks passionately yearn
About that deep poetry,
At night tech, those passions,
Where was the grief and bliss,
On the misty clouds,
Where I foresaw perfection.
13 October 1899
