Gleam in the eyes. I threw in a dream.
Clung to the trembling heart.
Red jumped from the box - and a light dash
He opened the coach-door.
The beggar raised his trembling flashlight:
Poster on the wet pole…
I stepped onto the sidewalk light,
He disappeared into the crowd.
Beam rainy mist pierced -
Goddess entered the crypt…
It burns, masquerade hall!
Here in the darkness blind beggar.
September 1904
