When I retire from the time,
I go away from censure and praise,
Do you remember the kindness, the sweet dream,
Which I bloomed and breathed.
I know, not remember you, bright, evil,
Which was beating me,
When You, lean-Bella,
Like a swan, my depth.
I resented not thy proud laziness -
That alien force him.
Dark clouds would trouble my day, –
Your day was brighter than mine.
you remember, when I retire,
Disappear behind a blue line, –
Only one song, I sang with you,
That you repeat after me.
1 November 1903
