I know, death is close. And you
Already I do not despise now.
And would you of the purity
To my grieving death.
But I love your dark,
Your confessions are unusual.
Do you find in the heart of the names
Words and caresses unusual?
What, If you find a word,
And I will be in late Affection
I, nearly dying,
Call for the new Sunday?
15 October 1900
