My sins are heavier than troubles
In front of you, my Soul.
When he was alive, my old grandfather,
I was thoughtfully a page.
But the old grandparents left,
And I mourned each coffin.
Today brought reapers,
As in the old days, last sheaf.
Again, with a rusty sickle
The old woman has become the porch,
as of old, when I was a page
Without wedding ring.
When I was a dreary day,
When I was not a smile,
When you met me
AND, unrequited, passed.
When all those, who is still there,
Sadly survived here,
When I was a single temple -
stern dollars, mute all.
18 July 1903
