There twilight trembled indistinctly,
Mysteriously replacing an empty day.
Who, passing, my soul tablets
I filled the stubborn dream?
Who, passing, anxious glances thrown
This vaguely off-day?
There, in the depths, - dreams and thoughts are quick,
Here, on the ground, - like a dream, and light and shadow.
But I understand all the ambient dream,
discarded dreams, I see reality,
Who touched here alone with my land,
Behind him in the evening twilight swim away.
February 1902
