She is tall and slender,
Always haughty and severe,
Every day from afar
I follow her, all ready.
I knew the clock, is come
She - and with it a reflection of a wobbly.
AND, as the villain, for rotation
I ran after her, playing hide and seek.
Flashed yellow lights
And electric candles.
He met her in the shade,
I watched and sang their meeting.
When, suddenly confused,
They had a premonition that something,
Me concealed in the depth
Blind dark gates.
And I, invisible to everyone,
Watched men rough profile,
Her srebristo-black fur
And something whispering lips.
27 September 1902
