You were at the window,
And clean and gentle,
You prevailed over the noisy crowd.
I was forgotten
And the crowd is hidden
The worship of love in front of you.
It seemed to me then,
That now and always
You looked forward without thought.
And at the bottom of the window,
As the sea wave,
Before you swayed people.
Poklonenem proud,
You always seemed
Lonely and imperious dream.
And no one heard,
As your voice, –
You held the crowd in silence.
I was forgotten
And the crowd is hidden,
You looked forward without thought,
And clean, and gentler;
And at the bottom, near the window,
I was worried people round the.
12 October 1900
