I tried to break the heart -
Can it be true not lose these dreams?
But someone was waiting at the crossroads
My recent scary words…
He is still waiting. thinning shade,
Clearer, near the end of a dream.
He buried his head in his lap
And do not show me the face.
But in the last day, h bottomless,
Violating the law of every kind,
he gets up, ghost lawless,
The mirrored surface reflects.
And at this hour, into the empty canopy
Will face semblance,
And in the mirror without a shadow
image stranger.
27 August 1902
