You are a saint, 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
