It is a day, like instant fun.
We forget all the names.
You do come into my cell
And wake me from sleep.
in the face, Embrace tremor,
I guess my thoughts.
But all the former will be a lie,
Your little will be engaged Rays.
As then, with a mute smile
You read it on my forehead
About love false and shaky,
About love, that blossomed on the earth.
But then - majestic and beautiful,
Without a doubt, and I accept doom
And to run out of the bottom of the cup,
Day of Your ownership.
31 October 1902
