Tomorrow we will meet at dusk.
You hold out a friendly hand.
But the memory - with the previous winter
Incomprehensible melancholy sounds.
You, I know, I remember the days
My delusions and anxieties.
And when we are with you some
And silent neighboring threshold,
Invisibly begin to fly
Lone spark your,
You begin to learn
Under tunes close love,
And for a moment you're still - you,
I give a slight tremor to remember
About bliss leaked winter,
distant, but true dream,
Under a melody cold and darkness
You begin to tremble and grumble,
AND, like before, instant it
I try in the dark to waylay…
13 April 1902
