I will tell you heavenly.
I'm bound in an air mist.
The boat - an ax. In the dream - heroes.
So I went ashore to the land.
Bench boat red with blood
My torn dreams,
But in every house, each shelter
I am brave beauty.
I see: your maiden blind,
The young men look bezognen.
ago! in mglu! The blind vaults!
You need a whip, rather than ax!
And soon I part with you,
And you will see me
There, for smoky mountains,
Flying in a cloud of fire!
16 April 1905
