Everything on earth will die - and mother, and youth,
A wife, and leave each.
But you learn to eat other sweet,
Looking into the cold and the Arctic Circle.
Take your canoe, Swim to the far pole
Within the walls of the ice - and quietly forget,
How are loved, We fought and died…
And forget the passions experienced edge.
And startle slow hlada
Teach you weary soul,
To make it here it does not need anything,
When there rush rays.
7 September 1909
