Who appointed dark lots,
Over no power dance.
is he, like a star, drown in the sky,
And a new star rises.
And concise way through the long night,
Friends, close the night firmament!
And even rhymes no shorter
Deaf, cruise rhymes: death.
And there's cheeks live Alost,
Sorrow visits and separations…
But there is a drop, and fatigue,
And the triumph of its death agony.
14 February 1907
