The twilight of the day brings sadness.
Faint outline of the sleepy streets,
Town, dimly lit,
Looking in the pink distance.
He sees a cloudy land
Hopeless eye capital:
He lifted their gloom apple,
Angels hover away.
Fiery dawn close,
Look into the eyes of a dead man
The morning after a long night…
But running glimpsed light,
And frightened faces
Angels hidden in the wings:
See - dead and featureless
It grows in light of their.
24 December 1901
