When I began to see clearly for the first time,
Towards a weary dream
Rays darted glow
And the angel trumpet in height.
But the celebration could not stand
Desert life is vanity,
Toothless laugh distorted
All, what was the dream alive.
Silent pipe angelic,
Nemotstvuet day night.
Give me back, a life, even laugh toothless,
That silence is not to succumb!
March 1909
