All my hopes lived there,
There I was burning the fire of the Earth,
But the soul made the sign of peace, –
Adjacent dormant eyelids…
Where storm clouds were,
Tear the last withered.
Soul resigned and stalled
The wretched of the earth rags…
And before the night sky star
she grew up, He sought to distance,
And the cherished sadness
floated, it seemed, lunar abyss.
22 November 1900
