Your image could not help fancies
Among the familiar vulgar persons.
sometimes it is easy to, sometimes painful
Before You do not fall down.
In my oblivion without sorrow
I can not forget at times,
How grieved inconsolably
My constellations above You.
You do not live in my excitement,
But in the home for us the edge -
And in the lonely of worship
I have known thy truth.
22 September 1900
