he left, into the night,
No one knows where.
On the table were the keys,
The desk - to specify the following.
And who thought then,
That he did not come home?
Subsided night riding -
He was engaged with his wife.
On a cold white snow
He killed his heart.
A thought, What happened to her in a meadow
Among white lilies went.
Here dawns the morning light;
But at home it is not all.
Bride waiting in vain,
He was, but he will not come.
12 October 1902
