At the grave of a friend

Removed from the world in a cemetery
We once again with you, unexpectedly dead.
You passed the last house,
I'm in the dust, but I see its end.

There, in the blue, we will meet our dawns,
All our dreams will last a reality.
I'm after you, believe me, my dear, soon
For the same dream in the vastness swim away.

22 January 1902

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