Again, I go over this desert plain.
Heart in deaf doubt shelter has no power.
What I loved in your beautiful swan, –
forever fine, but my heart is unhappy.
I do not hide, that cry, when worship,
But, go over the line of human speech,
I am silent, and in tears, I smile at you:
Seeing heart - and new appointments.
Again overcast sky, and will be foul weather.
Love Heart nowhere to hide from the pain.
And happy scary, that happiness is over.
So afraid of captivity free.
22 February 1903
