My golden autumn passionate…

My golden autumn passionate
Your thoughts and your curls.
You're the one between the brooding pines -
And sing about the evening of love.

Plunging into the tank timber,
You learned to kiss me.
These weasels and nocturnal songs -
Only night - light up again.

I am passionate and will stay longer
In your arms ecstatically
And Radiant dawn miracle
Sunbathing on the tops of the forest.

November 1902

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