As fate willed me
With holy reverence
Light in the run-up to the Ideal
Misty my torch.
Only the evening - to the Good
I strive my earthly mind,
And full of fear unearthly
Poetry burn fire.
26 May 1899
As fate willed me
With holy reverence
Light in the run-up to the Ideal
Misty my torch.
Only the evening - to the Good
I strive my earthly mind,
And full of fear unearthly
Poetry burn fire.
26 May 1899