Curiosity stared in vain
From slots depraved dens.
Box at the top of darkened -
I can not hear any of Sighs, nor groans.
dissatisfied, well-fed people,
Envy upper happiness!
You are at the bottom - the powerless judge,
reluctantly, without tears, without fear.
We have come a desire and tears,
Our passion discovered secrets.
And we heights, thunderstorms,
Opal and you - accidentally…
13 December 1902