You, forever young! ABOUT, not!
Do you regret the loss…
If only you could know: poet
Again, how old, in this door…
When you knew, how many dreams
I revived those steps,
Where after a lovely, tropical storms
Before you bowed your knees…
ABOUT, I once those doors!
I'm waiting… one touch
By your hand, in your breast, –
return happiness, inspiration!
But the darkness around. call in vain…
Umrah, leaning on the stage,
Where long ago, ready to cry,
Before you bowed your knees!..
24 October 1899
