Not even the shadow of the evening went to…


Not even the shadow of the evening went to,
The moon too shines on the water.
All dimmer, all superstitious
The soul and heart - everywhere…
Superstition creates desire,
And in the dim and clean everywhere
My heart feels bliss,
Pale month glistens on the water…
Someone whispers, singing and admires,
I held my breath my, –
This is felt to great splendor,
But I have experienced great…
And now only, as the evening shadows
Begin to boldly go to bed,
There for a moment superstitious
Inspiration defrauded days…

5 October 1899

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