Here again shaken gave…


Here again shaken gave,
fleeing, bluish, in the heights.
We opened all, that covered,
AND, laughing, newly merged…

May the long time without clearance
Clubs heavy clouds.
you inevitable, Virgin St.,
Soul - a premonition of light.

It will in the evening hours,
In the cool jet sacrament,
And hide his enthusiasm boundless
The white robe thy.

June 1902

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