he was a member, simple and frugal,
not breathing, silent and quenched.
relentless, Emerald
He laughed at the eye.
Or secretly amazed
I looked at him in silence.
He was silent, spellbound
Sweet intimacy of the soul.
but always, counting instants,
Know - it will change.
On the pages of the secret book
I saw the same letters.
Country was a simple and frugal
silent unsociable.
And attentive, and wonderful
Secret eyes watching him.
September 1902
