Like a dream, leaves a summer day,
And a summer evening can only dream of.
For laziness distant villages
My reverie lies.
I am breathing and thoughts, and suffer.
Bloody west so wonderful…
I this hour, like a dream, love,
And strength is not afraid songs.
I am at this hour in front of you
In the dust sorrowful soul.
I terribly with thunder song
Under this cloud thunderstorm.
27 July 1902