Gleam in the eyes. I threw in a dream…

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

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