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
