I remember the distant bright summer:
Angel from heaven appeared to Do, –
Only with madness, worthy of a poet,
Only with passion, decent response,
I loved and prayed…
Night mute cherished of dream,
The stars looked me in the eyes, –
I just sensed the suffering heart,
Jajdal, like, He sought Goodbye
The whisper of virgin night…
It was all crazy dreams,
Tale painfully false;
days passed, - and with the new days
Silently appeared and became between us
Phantom of the mute and dreary…
21 October 1899
