glow white, yellow, red,
Shouting and ringing in the distance.
You can not be fooled, anxiety vain,
I see the lights on the river.
Glow bright and later shouting
You do not destroy dreams.
It looks great in the eyes of the ghost
Because of human vanity.
The death of thine eyes I just have a good laugh,
Burn as their ships!
There they are - the quiet, bright, ambulances
Rushing towards me from afar.
6 November 1901
