I rode wild wilderness
Foam steed.
"How long is my only weapon will clang chain?
Come dance to me!»
Sleeve in the window waving to me,
Red scream lit,
And lures, and dancing,
And caressing horse.
"BUT, do not want! Well, so with God!»
clouds of dust curled…
On trails and roads
In the open field raced…
Do not you love me, young,
Wild sister Liberty!
Love stolen treasures,
Midnight fire whistle!
And in the steppes, among fog,
You're afraid of her beauty -
Dispersed in the mill
Redhead tangled plait!
31 October 1905
