It is quiet and light. Look, I come
And in these reeds will see all, that cute.
Orphaned my pond. But the heart is not cooled.
It all reflected - and waiting for returns.
Rock and green grass.
I love without words shaken reeds.
All, you knew, cheerful and curly,
Find a dream and return.
I wait there a prearranged sign,
Or go into the shade caressing, –
Dawn will not pass, and shall not be quenched day.
It is quiet and light. In my heart there will be darkness.
She endured - and looking through the foliage
At other times - to another triumph.
22 January 1903
