Do not despise memories, –
They adorn days Death;
Rest from future suffering
I find the old memory.
And I understand them, I believed them,
And often in the twilight night
I am with myself a hypocrite,
cherished the, it was a dream…
Alas! The soul can not despise
And smells in old songs
the passions of the past, always pretty
The old ghosts and dreams.
13 October 1899
