Star midnight rolled
I do not leave herring…
Window quietly dissolved…
forgive, winged dream!
Are you still here, but you will melt.
To my doubts on the way,
While you inhale a night,
I am all claims: simple…
I will believe: melts
Until the morning the gentle face of your:
That kind of angel spreads
Night Pearl before me.
16 May 1900
