There was passion, but mind the cold
It currently enslaved,
AND, cursing the fruitless,
The sepulchral gloom I wandered.
And the time has come. She is away.
And in the dream of beauty
Do not touch me deeply,
I have not visited you.
ABOUT, I aim to fight with him,
By the barren, may be, fight…
Once complete thee
Soul yearns - about you!
9 December 1900
