Every evening, Dawn goes out as soon as,
I say goodbye, desire burning death,
And again, at dawn on a cold day,
Life cover me, and I have destroyed!
I say goodbye and good, goodbye and evil,
And hope and fear of separation from earthly,
In the morning meeting with the earth again,
That evil curse, oh well toskovaty!..
God, God, full of power and energy,
Is it possible that all of you to live this way put,
to death, by morning dreams,
Thee yearning without rest bore?..
3 December 1899
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*wee longing (lat.).
