Everything was lost. scorching shine
Still administers's cycle.
Under hills dreary grave
About the same being beautiful cries.
And the black night white ghost waiting
Other shadows silently and despondently.
you will gain, showing white shadow,
crowds other, lost its former.
pass the night, wake up a long day -
Again the rise in its scorching heat of
daylight, light fire
And it will burn yearning canopy.
2 July 1900
