The door creaked. trembling hand.
I went out into the streets of the sleepy.
There, The Towering, clouds are,
Through the fog illuminated.
With them - familiar, hear, vosled…
whether the heart is awakened now?
new Do, Last answer whether life,
However, whether both seemed?
If evil were carrying clouds,
My heart would not have trembled…
The door creaked. trembling hand.
tears. And songs. And complaints.
3 November 1901
