You did not go. But maybe
In his unfathomable Stroe
Could run out and flee
All my favorite, earthly…
And there is no separation harder:
You, like a rose, unrequited,
I sing, gray nightingale,
In my prison multicolor!
28 May 1902
You did not go. But maybe
In his unfathomable Stroe
Could run out and flee
All my favorite, earthly…
And there is no separation harder:
You, like a rose, unrequited,
I sing, gray nightingale,
In my prison multicolor!
28 May 1902
