you holiday, but I do not believe you…


you holiday, but I do not believe you,
And for a long time all know in advance:
It is a day, and open the door,
A string of white pass.

be afraid of, will ineffable
Unearthly masks persons…
I will call upon thee: Hosanna!
Crazy, stretched down.

And then, rising above decay,
You open Radiant Face.
AND, free from earthly captivity,
I shed all my life in the last cry.

29 October 1902

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