they sound, they rejoice,
Tirelessly ever,
They win triumph,
They are blessed forever.
Who follow in the neighborhood ringing,
Who feel at least a brief moment
My endless secret in the bosom,
My harmonic language?
Let all foreign to my freedom,
Let all I a stranger in my garden -
Rings and Tumult,
I - her partner in all!
30 May 1901
