there's no doubt: my sorrows…

there's no doubt: my sorrows,
My yearning for the past days
Deep soul rest gave,
Subtracting a wing flap.
my passions, my oblivion,
May be, nearing the end,
But I will always enthusiastically
Catch the happy days crown.
Eked out by pastures and valleys,
Unable to raise the crumpled wings,
Listen to the divine word,
Verbs God repeat.
AND, may be, come a moment,
When a wing flap
Return the former inspiration -
My longing for the past days.

1 August 1899

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